Interlude: Fuck You, Prince (4)

‘Where am I, and who’s here?’

With the hem of a robe I had never even gotten to wear fluttering around me, I stood blankly on the battlefield.

The First Princess had clearly promised that she wouldn’t even let a drop of water touch my fingertips (somewhat paraphrased).

How had such a tragedy come to pass?

And to top it off.

“I wish my crimson would mingle with the pitch-black darker than darkness. The time of awakening has come, O principle fallen beyond the distant boundary. Become twisted karma──”

“O one murkier than twilight, redder than the blood flowing through my body, I swear upon your name, buried within the boundary of time, here in the light of flame──”

“My body is a sword, my flowing blood is iron, and my heart is like unbreakable glass, yet though I have crossed countless battlefields, I have never once suffered a single rout──”

The bizarre sounds muttered by the mages lined up in rows on either side made my head ache.

I had heard about this from Tin Can...