A drop of blood landed on my katana. I glanced around, quickly realizing that no one else was here. Yet the screaming and sounds of familiar slaughter continued.
I wasn't stupid. I knew this was an illusion, and it clearly was meant to throw me off so that the Demon King, or whoever, could invade my head.
Sadly for him, I wasn't in the mood to have my mind messed with.
"Free me now, and I might just spare your life after this is all over."
My brows twitched in annoyance, so I took a step forward. The screams grew even louder, each one representing the voices of my family.
But instead of feeling distraught, saddened, or even wrathful... all I felt was nostalgia and relief.
Whatever form it may be, I had actually started to forget how my parents sounded. Even the village people who had taken care of me, given me sweets, and spent time out of their day to watch me practice swordsmanship tirelessly.
I was glad.
