Red Autumn

Ferda returned to his training room.

The only thing in the dim room was a candle.

Ferda looked up at Valdrova's portrait in the candlelit room.

Her eyes were torn apart, unlike her shyly smiling expression.

Pain welled up inside him.

It held all of her life, in which she had wanted to be happy but could never attain that happiness.

Ferda looked at the portrait, determined not to lose sight of his original resolve.

‘And yet…….’

She had said that the cause of her unhappiness might have been Ferda's previous life.

‘Godwin.’...