Opening my eyes again, I saw the silver-haired woman lying on the grass. Her silver hair was tainted with the brown of soil, and blood moistened the parched earth.
The boy was caught by my father.
"If you want to live, Klaus, you're now a slave of our Borin family," my father said.
Klaus used to be our family's slave? I widened my eyes in astonishment.
I now understood that everything happening here was Klaus's childhood memory.
That strange bead, and that princess, why? Why did she want me to witness these things?
In Klaus's eyes, what role did my father play? Shouldn't he hate my father?
I looked at Klaus, taken away by my father. His golden eyes hadn't yet taken on arrogance, and his face still showed a trace of vulnerability not completely concealed. However, I knew he would soo
