She clenched her fingers slightly on the desk.
I saw it with my own eyes. I'm not dreaming.
That day, four years ago… when I was only six.
He defeated them.
Three assassins. Just like that.
And after everything was over, he was exhausted. He collapsed right in front of me. His body was cold. His breathing was weak. I was scared he might die.
He fell unconscious on my lap.
I remember it clearly.
I was the one who placed his head on my legs while he was unconscious. I stayed like that for almost thirty minutes, waiting for him to wake up. I didn't move. I didn't dare move.
And when he finally opened his eyes… he was still resting on my lap.
My father arrived shortly after.
I remember everything.
So clearly.
Velqira slowly lowered her gaze.
There is no mistake.
Then, someone opened the door and walked in.
It was a woman.
She walked calmly to the front of the class and stood beside the board.
