A Dream, Can It Come True?!
episode 01 {Does a dream come true?!}

...A Dream, Can It Be Reality?...

A scene full of corpses continued to be seen as far as the eye could see, hundreds and thousands of fragmentary corpses being the prefix of an inscription. Of the many corpses, at the end of the high wall, was seen a person in luxurious clothes plated with iron and steel. He was a middle-aged man, and a young woman with a sharp sword impaled on her stomach.

The middle-aged man was crying, sobbing small while continuing to hug the young lady who was already asleep. He continued to mutter about the many words Sorry, tampa care about some arrows that have been attached pretty on his wide back. The mutter of the middle-aged man's face was filled with a guilty expression, his heart filled with accumulated guilt.

Long enough the middle-aged man sobbed, until finally a voice that was not foreign to him. "You're alive apparently..!" it was the voice of a man, from the tone he let out it seemed like he was a little disappointed.

A man with silver armor that enveloped his body, tall and had level legs. In the man's hand was a crown with many patches of blood.The man had shiny white hair, perfectly matched with a golden crown and many sparkling red rubies. "Oh.. It seems like the lover you love is gone, very much in singing.." The tone of the man's voice is low. And slowly the man approached, while wiping away the many blood spots attached to his beloved sword.

'Jithel!'

...♩✧♪●♩○♬☆♩✧♪●♩○♬☆♩✧♪●♩○♬☆...

He was a Grand Duke, the most powerful person behind the shadow, that not even an emperor could touch him. But that's why he's gone. Abundant power makes himself killed, making war that kills many lives, even lives for his loved ones, his pregnant wife.

"I just want to live quietly. There has never been a foul thought for me to overthrow the Empire, but why? Why would I lose the most precious person I have? I'm not greedy, is that why I'm dead? It's ridiculous..!

Please, for God. Give me a chance to save the little family I have, even if it can make me a demon though..! Can a dream come true?!"

a white flower floated up and down out of nowhere, it landed right next to the corpse of the middle-aged man, the originally pure white and beautiful flower now being shed by the many blood spots. Something white is indeed dirty, different from black, if exposed to stains it will not be too visible...

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The white room welcomed the beginning of a writing, and there was a middle-aged man who had died. His soul was blackish, full of regret and vengeance that could not be avenged. The soul slowly but surely turned into a pitch-black black, feelings of sadness and resentment as well as regret into one. Wrenching…

The room that had been colored sparkling white was now slowly blackened, the soul was now lost, fused with the color of the room that enveloped him. Very long, or just a moment? The soul has become completely invisible.

But a light came to him. One by one the light surrounded the soul that had matched the color of the room. The floating light makes a little dark color to light. One of the lights approached, spinning curiously at the sleeping black soul. "Is he that sad? I've never seen a soul this black before, not even the most ruthless villain's soul is this black?" after saying those words, the other soul took an interest, researching what the past of the black soul was.

Another white soul responded to "Oh my goodness, his life is miserable. I can even feel how he felt back then, I thought the devil was the cruelest creature in the world, I was wrong..!" the white soul felt pity, it was about to approach however, an unfamiliar voice was heard by all the other white souls.

"Stop..!"

The originally dark room, with a little illumination from some of the white souls is now a bright light. The brightest soul said "We shouldn't be here, it's a violation..! And again, who allows you to see the masses of souls?! That's a privacy..!"

Hearing the utterance of the most radiant soul, the white souls felt guilty however, the pity they showed for the black soul was still greater than anything else. "We felt sorry for this little black soul." one of the white souls spoke, and the words he uttered were confirmed by all the other white souls.

"Can we help this poor soul of the author?" one of the smallest white souls said.

"Can? We beg.." all the other white souls responded.

However, it seemed like the other white souls were really feeling pity for the black soul rice. They urged "we beg, we will accept the consequences of what you did, is this not the first for us to plead? Please…"

The author is overwhelmed, this is not the first, really. Reversing man to the past is not his duty, but this is the request of the dear souls of the universe, how could he refuse? After all, it's the first time he's seen a soul this black, maybe it doesn't matter if he does this, right? "Well, I lost..!"

White souls are happy, they dance around the black soul. "We saved you, and we're happy.."

...♛┈⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧┈♛...

Marceliano Azerentra, the youngest Duke in the history of the founding of the Azerentra family. Broadly speaking he, the young Duke ascended the throne in the most logical way ever..! Born as the only son of the most honorable ruler, with the mother who was a princess of the Empire, how could the world not feel envious of her? Not like the other heirs, who have to fight for the seat of the throne to be able to sit on it. He, first and last young master of Azerentra, Marceliano. Has gained the throne since she was still in the womb of the mistress. He was like a crown prince, with all the facilities and majesty that existed, could he not be said to be more than the Crown Prince of the Empire..?!

However, it seemed like the author said something else, he really did not want to make the characters feel eternal happiness. No exception for people who have been the main actor since his life. Like a piece of writing, Marcel's life slowly but surely became even more miserable, as if the author really hated himself and wanted to make him suffer more. Who said being the lead was fun?!

His life began to head towards the scariest threshold for him. His mother, Alyafathikaa Merdelio Vanessi. The mother, who was the daughter of the Empire, died while she was giving birth to the son. It does not stop there, from he was a toddler to adulthood, every human being always tried to kill for him. Unfortunately, the only family he had, the father who was very busy never stayed home a day, he always felt lonely. The feelings of abandonment, sadness, anger, disappointment, all converge in one feeling of Hate…! It feels like you have everything but don't want to have it.

"I just need Dad, can you spend a day just for the two of us? Don't go, dad…."

The hateful feeling devoured the young master's small conscience, the untouchable aura making him shunned by all the nobles. No, not because of that untouchable aura the nobles shunned the Duke's candidates, but because of the caste differences that Marcel openly granted. "What side do you feel you deserve, to just stare at the shoes I'm wearing?!" However, if he could repeat time maybe he wouldn't just say that, if he could he would instantly kill them…!

"You're trash…!"

"A fool who only knows to eat. Wait, do you have brains?"

As if a broken cassette was forced to keep playing a movie, the memories of each memory revolved. Show each scene in an irregular, dizzying manner. Every feeling that was there really pierced his heart, as if he wanted to repeat time just to kill everyone in his memories. But how? It does not enter into will be healthy man…! Not logistics.

…cell.

Marcels…

"Marceliano Azerentra..?!"

A screaming voice messed up the daydream of a teenager. The teenager looked puzzled and with linlung looking around, he really looked chaotic..! The middle-aged man who had been watching the movements of the very teenagers continued to be silent, he just kept silent and researched what was wrong with his son.

"Marcel, are you okay?" the middle-aged man dared to ask, but the response he got was completely unexpected. Marcel, the man who had died from being stabbed by the sword, is now back to life?! This must be the afterlife…! Right, this must be the afterlife.

Marcel looked at the figure he knew very well, Nerlion Azerentra, the father and the person he craved the most affection for. However, he clearly remembered that very father was gone and now why was he in front of him? There are two possibilities, first he is in the afterlife and second possibility if this is the reality, but it seems he is in the first option.

"Marcel?" once again Narlion called out his son's name, but this time the response he got was more than just silence. Marcel picked up the dinner knife that was lying next to his plate, and without warning he immediately stuck the knife right into his hand.

'Jleb! Brak!'

"MARCELIANO AZERENTRA?!"

I fell silent, seeing the amount of red liquid dripping from the wrist that I stabbed myself. Looks confused and stupid. "It hurts quite a bit, and it's definitely not a dream..!" I spoke to myself inwardly, conspiring about some of the possibilities I was going through right now. Dream or reality?!

......SERIATE......