Edward woke up from his sleep and broke out in a cold sweat. He was panting heavily, and his heartbeat was so strong that it seemed to beat through his chest.

The clothes sticking to his body were damp and cold, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. His pupils were dilated with fear, his short flaxen hair was messy, and he looked miserable.

This taste is really uncomfortable.

Since returning to Credo, Edward has had nightmares almost every night, and chaotic, complex and terrifying scenes come one after another, seeming to engulf his consciousness.

The fear of death haunted him for a long time.

Whenever night falls, Edward resists going to bed and lying down. He resists everything in his nightmares.

Although the images in the dream were fragmented and most of them were forgotten by the brain after waking up, the scattered images left behind still made him feel uneasy and suspicious all day long.

If this situation does not change, he feels that sooner or later he will go completely crazy.

He once again owed Alice a favor, and ironically, this time he was still willing to do it.

Because he is afraid of death, anyone can save him as long as he can survive.

Edward was the only living person in the quiet dormitory. Except for him, everyone else in the dormitory stayed with Gildas and could never come back...

Because they are all dead.

The followers around Edward were all dead. He was like an isolated island protruding from the sea. No one could be his companion. Without anyone, he thought of Alice's figure, and he felt much more at ease as a hopeless man.

Obviously, he was the one who chose to end the relationship with the other party... But until now, even though he didn't want to admit it, there was always a lingering figure in Edward's heart.

That figure is Alice.

Edward stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. His hair was wet, with drops of water dripping from the tips.

The lights in the room are quiet and bright. Because he is afraid of the dark, Edward never turns off the lights to sleep. But because he is from the White family, the roommates in the dormitory are afraid of him. This is also thanks to his ancestor Meng.

Only after Drijn and Edward could turn on the lights in the dormitory all night.

Of course, when the lights in the dormitory are turned off, Edward will turn on his own and his roommate's lights, four in total. As long as there is light, he doesn't have to worry about being in endless darkness.

Even if the roommates had objections in their hearts, they did not dare to say anything in view of the intimidation of Edward's ancestors from the evil wizards, let alone the fact that Edward turned on the lights in the dormitory to oppress them.

Because they were all children born into magical families with ordinary backgrounds, they were afraid of revenge from Edward's family.

Now, the other three students are dead in Gildas.

In the dormitory, four lights were still on, but except for one bunk, there was no one on the beds in the room. The bedding was clean and empty.

After waking up from being chased by nightmares, Edward gradually calmed down his breathing.

When his heartbeat finally returned to normal, Edward was no longer sleepy. He wanted to go under the bed, where the magic hat was on the table, where there were clean clothes. He couldn't stand being soaked with sweat, and the clothes stuck tightly to his skin.

feeling.

This made him breathless.

Edward hated getting out of bed at night because he was always subconsciously afraid that something was waiting for him under the bed. He was a coward, always had been.

Edward looked like he just huddled in bed and waited until dawn. But he didn't want to get soaked all over and wait in such an awkward and uncomfortable manner. After some struggle, the boy finally made up his mind.

He first carefully looked under the bed, and then lay down from the bed. His toes stepped on the cold metal ladder, which was biting to the bone.

He couldn't help but shrink his feet. There was a lot of cold sweat on his feet and it was a bit slippery when he stepped on the ladder. If he didn't want to fall off the bed, he had to be careful.

When his left foot landed on the slippers on the ground and he felt the soft texture of the carpet, Edward breathed a careful sigh of relief.

Finally safe, I looked at the slippers under my feet. They were not some monster hiding in the dark. These slippers looked just like they were during the day. They were just plaid blue-black cotton slippers.

Just when he relaxed a little and was about to get the magic hat he placed on the table, the bright magic light suddenly flickered uncontrollably, making a hissing sound of poor magic contact.

Edward's outstretched hand couldn't help but stiffen. This had never happened to him before when he got out of bed and went to the toilet to relieve himself.

The energy source of the magic lamp is magic crystal. He remembered that when he came to the magic shop, he went to the magic store to buy new magic crystal. That night, he installed it on the four lamps of himself and the other three people, just to prevent the magic crystal from appearing.

Akira lacks magic power.

How could the newly replaced magic crystal produce the sizzling sound caused by the lack of magic energy so quickly?

This is not normal.

Edward was certain that this was not a hallucination caused by his excessive fear, but a strange thing that actually happened before his eyes.

He heard himself swallowing nervously, and a voice urged him to go to his bed and stay there. He couldn't stay down there... not even for a moment!

Edward nervously went to pick up the magic hat placed on the table. As a result, his ankle, which was exposed to the air, was suddenly grabbed by something.

The thing holding his ankle was very, very cold, like ice from a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years.

Edward was so frightened!

Every sweat pore in his body stood up uncontrollably.

He heard a hoarse and frightened cry coming from his own throat, and hurriedly lowered his head. He saw that his ankle was being grasped tightly by a purple human hand, and a rotten smell emanated from the strange hand, heading towards

drilled into his nostrils.

In extreme panic, Edward hurriedly grabbed the ladder beside the bed and tried desperately to climb up.

But the hand holding his ankle was too strong, as heavy as more than ten tons of iron. Even if Edward exerted all his strength, he couldn't move at all.

What on earth is going on? How could such a terrifying strange hand grow on the carpet in the dormitory?! What should I do!

Edward felt helpless, blinded by fear, and struggled desperately to climb onto the bed.

It was obviously such a short distance and it only took less than half a minute to climb up, but now he was powerless. The boy's eyes were full of fear and panic. He felt as if his eyes were going black and he seemed to faint at any time.

"...so scared?"

A voice seemed to ring close to his ears, the tone was hoarse and full of magnetism, revealing a bit of teasing and a touch of mockery.

"Ah! Let me go! Let...let me go! Help!!"

Edward yelled, his voice shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

"What if I don't want to?"

The mysterious voice had a mysterious tone, and Edward felt the breath from the other person's mouth blowing on the back of his neck... The two people were very close, and as long as he tilted his head back slightly, the other person's lips would

Put it on his neck.

Edward felt the hands grabbing his ankles forcefully dragging him down. The originally soft carpet was like a bubbling swamp.

His lower body had sunk into the carpet, and the hand gripping the bed railing kept sliding down. Edward's frightened eyes were filled with despair.

Before he could shout for help, his whole body was suddenly pulled into the carpet, leaving only four lights on in the quiet room.

As usual.

Edward woke up crying in the dark. When he found out that he was not dead, he noticed that he was wrapped in boundless darkness.

"Crack!"

Suddenly there was a voice, and a pale light lit up in the darkness. This beam of light came down from top to bottom, leaving a circular piece of light when it fell on the ground.

A slender figure stood under the only light, and his black windbreaker was as deep as the night.

The man wore a black top hat and held a cigarette as thick as his thumb in his mouth. He put his hands in his pockets and raised a mocking smile on his handsome face. The man looked coldly at Edward, who was on the ground with tears in his eyes:

"You're really not an ordinary timid person."

"You, who are you? Why do you want to arrest me?!"

Edward wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were red, frightened and angry. He looked up at the tall and slender man under the pale light.

"You don't know me?"

The man seemed to have heard a big joke, blowing out several perfectly shaped smoke rings from his mouth, biting the cigarette and laughing loudly, and the hem of his windbreaker trembled slightly from laughing.

"Why do I know you?"

Edward forced himself to suppress the urge to escape. His intuition told him that even if he wanted to escape now, he would never succeed. On the contrary, it would anger the other party...

The consequences are disastrous.

"You rely on my reputation to act arrogantly, but you don't even know what I look like. We are from the same family."

The man gave a hint, then raised his hand and flicked the cigarette in his mouth.

"Think again, I'll give you half a cigarette."

Edward tried hard to calm down. Even now, his body was still shaking uncontrollably because of fear.

Just as he was thinking seriously, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

When Edward realized how terrifying this idea was, he raised his head in disbelief and was stunned, making the man standing under the beam of defeat laugh.

"Why, have you remembered?" The man's tone was playful.

"You, you, you are the evil wizard of our family...M-Monddrikin?!"

Edward looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, his eyes widening in horror, almost popping out of his eyes.

One can imagine how shocked he was in his heart, which was no less than a stormy sea. Edward was a little incoherent.

"Who else could be there besides me?"

The man sneered, looking down at the future heir of the White family, with a mocking smile on his face:
To be continued...