SCARLETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
Out of shock, I released the sword from my grip, causing it to fall. I blinked many times as I stared at the demons' flesh around me. 'I killed,' I clenched my fists at that thought. 'Swordsman . . . and demons.' My body started to tremble again when I saw the fleshes turned to ashes. 'Is this a nightmare?'
ASHER'S POINT OF VIEW
I tried to get up for the nth time and fortunately, I did not fail. I touched my left thigh which was freaking injured.
"Scarlette," I called her name. Even though she was shocked by what she did, she turned in my direction. "Scar―"
"Am I dreaming?" she asked, "I am dreaming, right?" I walked close to her as I smiled bitterly. I felt pity for her. 'It was too early for you to know but what could we do? It was destined already.'
"Tell me. I am dreaming, right? What I did earlier, these demons said earlier, swordsman, that I am the swordsman's daughter, those are not true right?! This is not really happening, right?!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she became hysterical. "Asher, tell me. Please? Am I already crazy? Demons . . . I just killed demons. I-I am a daughter of a swordsman." She sat down and hugged her knees full of blood. She sobbed and sobbed. "Did you know about this? Please, tell me. Demons, these demons would not go here if you are not connected to this, right? So please, tell me, Asher. Is this real?"
"Yes." I breathed heavily. "No! I do not believe you! I do not believe anything of this shit. This is just a dream!" she shouted. She ran outside while still crying.
I pressed my eyes closed to think about what to do next. 'Asher, do not follow her right now. Let her go. Let her calm herself first. Her mind is still in chaos.'
SCARLETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
Tears were still streaming down my face as I took a shower. I took off my bloody clothes as I sobbed. When I pressed my eyes closed to feel the water throughout my body, what happened earlier flashed in my mind again. It had been an hour since that happened.
'Did that really happen?' I asked myself many times. I even slapped and pinched myself. 'It really happened. Demons . . . swordsman . . . I thought those creatures were just created by our imagination but, no. They are real.'
I stared at my right hand when I remembered how fast I used the sword professionally. Every move was very swift. I also did not tremble while I was killing those monsters. There was no fear, not even a bit.
After I took a shower and wore my newly-washed jogging pants and shirt, I slowly walked to my room. I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep but, minutes passed, and I was still awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw what happened earlier again and again.
I sat down and turned on the lampshade on my bedside table. I noticed the picture frame beside it when light filled the whole room. It was a picture wherein Dad was standing in front of our gate while carrying me when I was still a kid. He was wearing a black suit while me, a red dress with red shoes.
I took it and held it on my lap. I stared at Dad's smiling face as I smiled bitterly. 'Dad, were you connected to them? Why did not you tell me? Dad, I am so confused. I feel lost. Clear my mind . . . please.'
ASHER'S POINT OF VIEW
I sat down on the sofa while looking at the mess in front of me. "Damn it," I muttered as I closed my eyes but I sensed Aunt Wart's presence appeared in front of me so I just blinked.
She was still wearing her blue long-sleeved shirt and white fitted pants. She flipped her waist-length, wavy hair as she glared at me. "Why did not you alter her memory?" she asked. She knew what happened. I gave her a lazy look. "Aunt, I cannot do that. You know that. I cannot alter a god's or demigod's mind," I reasoned out. She sighed. "Oh, right. I forgot. My bad."
"What shall we do now? Does Aunt Er already know about this?" She nodded in response. "Of course, she already knew so, she ordered me to come back here and to tell you that you are going to tell her the truth as soon as possible." And, she also sat down beside me.
"She just killed, Aunt. If I tell her the truth right now, she might lose her senses. Killing demons is already too much for her to take." I flinched when I accidentally touched my injured thigh. "I did not tell you that you must tell her right now, Asher, but you must tell her soon for her to keep herself safe from demons and mostly, from Durlen." She tapped my left shoulder with her right hand. "My niece is now thirsty for answers. Let her drink or else, she might get dry and die." I was hesitant but I agreed, "Yes, I will tell her tomorrow."
SCARLETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
I frowned when I saw myself in the rectangular mirror inside the comfort room - black eyebags plus swollen eyes-what a face. I was not able to sleep because I was so afraid to close my eyes.
I sighed before I opened the faucet and washed my face with both hands. After taking a bath and getting prepared, I left.
I suddenly stopped when I noticed Asher standing in front of the gate. He was looking at me seriously. He seemed fine, without any sign of injuries. I was curious about that but I chose not to get curious more. I also looked at him with the same gaze before I decided to open the gate and finally left.