Zeno couldn't sleep.
Even with the blanket tucked around him, making him feel warm.
He loved being warm. He loved sticking to his routine, too.
He should have been in bed a few hours ago.
However, his mind refused to let go.
The memory that Master As subjected him to was too vivid.
It gripped him like something he had buried deep in his soul, finally clawing its way out.
He had lived so many lives. From his very first mission—when he was thrown into a kingdom and promptly castrated—to his last, where he needed to die.
He remembered all of them.
However, the stage he saw in his dream wasn't familiar at all. It wasn't a task given to him as a Rennis.
It was his past life.
He wasn't sure what to do with that information.
The moon hung low and full as he stepped out onto the balcony, hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie. The lake reflected the sky perfectly. He leaned on the railing, drifting across the waters.
That's when he saw Master As sitting on the grass again.
