Chapter 246 Nightmare

It was a windy day. Dark clouds had shrouded the sky, only a few rays of sunlight were able to escape from there and shin down upon the world. Judging from the moisture in the air, rain was not unexpected.

Down on the earth, in the grounds of a graveyard stood a small group of people—both men and women. They stood before a grave, which had been freshly planted.

All of them had their gazes casting downward; some shed tears, some of the women leaned on the shoulders of their husbands, some were blabbering amongst themselves about how they never expected this to happen.

There was an old women who had a mental breakdown and was crying continuously while sitting on the ground, and there was a couple of a man and woman. The man clenched the woman with one of this hand as they watched toward the grave with a saddened expression on their faces.

However, away from everyone else, standing alone in the back was a boy. This time, however, his weren't golden and neither was he able to use magic. He was just a normal boy of fourteen.

He was different from anyone else present. He was not crying, he was not cursing at the cruel fate, he was not leaning on anyone for support. He just stood there, quiet and still, as his eyes which had lost all life from them were locked on the grave.

Seconds passed, then minutes, and then hours. It wasn't long before all the fakers were gone, but the boy still remained.

Even if now there was no one between him and the grave, he didn't dare take a step forward and maintained his distance. There wasn't any change in his behavior; he was still staring at the grave.

A large gust of wind passed by, making the grass fluter in the air. At first there were a few drops, but soon the sky was raining down on the earth. The clouds were dense and the rain didn't show any sign of stopping. In fact, it grew more violent as time passed.

The sound of water droplets crashing hard against the ground could be heard from anywhere in the graveyard.

It rained and rained and rained, thunder flashed in the sky, but the boy didn't move from  his place. And it was not strange, not for him. Even if the whole world had come to an end that day, he wouldn't have budged.

After all, the dead don't move.

***

My sleep was broken when I heard a knock on my door. I woke up in an instant and looked to my side as I sat on the bed.

Req was still there, but she was not sleeping. Her eyes were focused on me, as if she were watching me careful the whole time when I was sleeping.

"Yes?" I said as I faced the door, I had no intentions of unlocking it right now.

"Zero! It's me," the voice was Anya's. "Mother is calling us, it's time for dinner," she said.

BEst

"Oh, okay. Tell her I'll be there in a minute," I replied.

"Fine, but don't take too long."

After saying that she probably left since I heard the sound of footsteps resounding in the hallway.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Req mentioned, she adjusted on the bed and then sat beside me.

It was then when I realized that my entire face was covered in sweat and my breathing was rough, and unbalanced. I took note of this, and cleared my mind to calm myself. Before long I at least had my breathing under control.

"Is something the matter?" she asked. Her tone was serious which depicted that she was genuinely worried about me.

"Nothing much," I replied. "I just had a bad dream."

"Was it really just a dream?" her question caught me a bit off guard.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"People emit a certain type of energy when they are dreaming, and since I'm a spiritual body now I can sense that energy. But yours was different right now. You were not dreaming, you were…remembering," she said, finally able to find the right word after a pause.

"I…it's nothing. None of your business—"

I was forced to realize the fact that Req was stronger and faster than me when I wasn't able to resist as she forced me down on the bed and sat on top of me.

"Don't ever try to say that again. I don't mind you ignoring me for my bad pickup lines but I won't tolerate any of your bullshit if you ever tried to hide ANYTHING that is causing you trouble," she said as she brought her face close to mine.

Her voice was dead serious, and carried a certain weight. Her eyes too, they were focused at me as if the rest of the world didn't matter. She was not kidding at all.

"From the moment you chose the Requiem sword, it became my right to know it if something is going wrong with your life. You didn't forget, did you? Our souls are one, so on the spiritual level we are ONE being," she said, forcing her words into my mind.

"I'm letting you off the hook here but if you tried to hide anything else from me again, I'll get seriously mad."

I wasn't particularly worried about the sudden chance in her behaviour, in fact, I've suspected that something like this might happen. But above all, I was not worried because no matter how scary she made herself look, I knew that she couldn't threaten my life even if she wanted to.

First of all, I doubted the Requiem sword will allow her to even attempt something like that since we were in a kind of master-servant relationship, but I was not too depended on that as there was no real contract between us. The sword just gave the the privilege to bend her will, that's all. Anything other than that was my theory—which I didn't know if it was true or not.

However, there was one another thing which granted my safety and she'd said it herself. 'Our souls are one'. That alone was enough to guarantee my safety.

"Fine, I'll tell you if anything troubles," I replied.

'Hah, as if…'