«Drakhul… my beloved Drakhul… three months have passed, and still not a day goes by without thinking about the wonderful moments we shared… Uff… why does life have to be so unfair?!» Velune sobs, clutching a piece of brown fabric to her chest.
It's a piece of Drakhul's cloak—the only fragment left of him.
Velune managed to retrieve it just before she was captured by Shin and the others.
She keeps it like a sacred relic, hidden in secret and guarded with obsessive care.
«Seems like spending so much time around the living is making you lose your mind.»
A male voice echoes behind her—someone approached without Velune even noticing.
She slowly turns around and shoots him an annoyed glare.
«Didn't anyone ever teach you that eavesdropping is rude, Shin Tendo?» Velune mutters, visibly irritated.
«I doubt talking to a filthy rag counts as a conversation,» Shin replies with a smirk.
