The corpse remained motionless.
A dead person naturally wouldn't speak. The recent laughter seemed like just an illusion brought by the wind and snow.
This illusion is a seduction, madness, a fleeting dream, and also the destiny of 'Osguta'.
The 'Osguta' before me had gray temples, a figure smaller than my current self, and its entire body was replaced with mechanical parts similar to those of Count Elio, with even a connector for machinery installed at the back of the head.
My cause of death was the same as always, mysterious. The chest and right leg of the corpse had glaring holes, exposing the old, neglected, and gnawed inner mechanical parts.
As if something had crawled out from within...
Osguta turned his head and glanced at the Empire's calendar lying on the table.
Year 281 of the New Calendar.
The nightmare's time node was still five years later.
Osguta was brought back by the dream to his hometown: Watchtower Town in the Northern Border of the Empire.
