I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
31. Punishment

When I set foot in the dungeon, I felt a feeling of nostalgia. The feeling when I once spent the night in this place really gives a memorable memory. It was the first day I arrived in the world of novels, of course it would be very memorable for me.

It was also the first day when my life turned 180 degrees from a corporate slave to a prisoner of war. I tried desperately to accept the fact that I would stay in the dungeon for the rest of my life when the next day I was appointed Princess.

Being the Princess gives me great privilege. I was grateful to Viten that he had raised my social status to become a dignified Princess.

Out there, perhaps the nobles were in their respective horse carriages to return to their residence. The party had ended when the full moon reached its peak, and I was finally able to have the chance to come here after holding myself back on the party floor.

The sound my high shoes make resonates within the dungeon hallways, the candles that glow at every corner of the prison can at least add to my eyes' ability to expand visibility.

"Mr Daughter" call Sir Derick. The man walked behind me.

"I know, Sir Derick." I smiled a little. "It's where we met for the first time, isn't it?"

I heard a little laugh escaped Sir Derick's lips.

"That's right, Princess. I'm forcing you to fill your stomach right then."

"And force me to eat when I don't want to."

"That's right."

"But I'm curious, Sir Derick."

My words made Sir Derick finally look me directly in my eyes.

"What makes you curious?" ask Sir Derick calmly.

"Why did you care about me at that time? I am only a lowly prisoner of war and you are a dignified knight commander. Why do you care about that lowly me?"

What I saw from the cream bead was just the softness and blushing lips formed a natural curve.

"Don't tell me you're overreacting. And would you believe me if I said that you were very similar to someone I knew?"

I blinked. "Who?"

"The woman I love."

For a moment, the smile on my lips broke and I turned my eyes so that we would not look at each other again. My heart was beating fast and I started to let out a cold sweat. This is really weird. I don't know why, but my chest feels pretty claustrophobic. It hurt a lot, but I don't know why it happened.

I wanted to ask even more about the woman Sir Derick loved, but without feeling it, I had arrived in front of Clare's bars.

Briefly cleared my throat, I sought to expel the thought of the lucky woman that Sir Derick loved. My focus this time is on Clare.

Clare, who was sitting in the corner of a small two-by-two-meter-long barbed looked chaotic. Her fancy party dress looks shabby and her hair is messy similar to the mane of a lion.

And when the two pairs of eyes met, Clare gave me a sharp look. If the gaze could kill, I might have been chopped off. But the look cannot kill.

"Bitch, usurper, scoundrel," maki Clare with cold vocals.

Sir Derick almost pulled out his sword if I didn't hold it.

"Give it to me, Sir Derick. I'm upset because this woman used to lower my pride."

I mentioned about the first time we met and he had me battered, and how he tricked me in a self-styled competition.

Sir Derick put his sword back in the sheath and stood behind me like a guard knight in general.

I returned full attention to Clare.

"Miss Clare," call me.

Clare finally straightened her body and walked up to me, her fingers tightly grasping the iron bars with anger. His face looked so pitiful and held some strange feelings. However, anger. Anger dominates.

I smiled with satisfaction.

"You should be grateful that His Majesty directly gave the death penalty without torturing you first. Isn't that one of His Majesty's concerns about his former fiancee?"

"You!" Clare took out her arm from between the bars and was about to scratch my skin, but I easily stepped back and avoided her hand. "You snatched everything, you shameless bitch!"

"Captured?" I raised my eyebrows with a surprised expression. "What did I actually take from you when it was supposed to be mine?"

Clare cried out in frustration, her voice echoing inside the dungeon.

I didn't see Alverro here, maybe the man wasn't put in a dungeon, but rather an ordinary prison. Where the dungeon in the Kingdom of Asher is a prison for those who have committed great sins.

"You don't know how much I love Your Majesty!" scream Clare again. "I was already his fiancee even when we were kids! I became his study companion, taught him arithmetic, spent time alone in the library, and I gave all my time to His Majesty only! I gave Your Majesty everything! Everything! Then why did His Majesty choose prostitutes like you and that lame girl from Krone!"

I cringed small. Clare must be talking about Sorena Krone.

"There's something I want to ask you, Miss Clare."

"I love Your Highness from our little one!"

"Thank God for you. So, did you kill Miss Sorena Krone?" my many.

A laugh that sounded very satisfied came out from Clare's lips. "Yes! I killed that bitch! He has captured His Majesty's heart! That is unforgivable! The only one who can have His Majesty's heart is me, Clare Cyrill.

"Just like you, Serethy Matria. You snatched His Majesty and his heart, you made His Majesty hate me, you made His Majesty turn away from me. Why ... Why did His Majesty make you a Princess and put you into the family tree so quickly compared to me? Compared to her fiance who had been looking forward to marriage for so many years?"

I didn't hear wrong when I heard Clare's voice start to shake. The tremors in her tone slowly started to turn into a miserable sobbing, then she cried. She cried silently, without a sound, only tears were flowing.

"You just came in a few months ago" Clare continued. His two black eyeballs darkened and finally looked hollow. "However, it's easy for you to be a queen. I did everything. Absolutely everything to be queen, but I can't achieve it."

"Even in a fraudulent way?" grunting.

"Yes, even in a fraudulent manner. Like paying a poor priest and spreading false words. Like using the word competition to make it easier for me to kill you. If I kill you, then I'll only be left as a candidate for queen, and I'll be the one to be appointed queen."

Clare's voice was now completely flat and empty as she explained her entire error. It was as if he had been desperate for everything. It was as if he had laid down his destiny for all the bad things he had done.

"Miss Clare, why are you so eager to become a queen?" ask me sympathetically.

Clare is obsessed with being queen. I can tell it's an obsession. Though originally, the position to be queen is not really cool for me. I don't mean to insult all the queens in the world, but being a queen isn't cool just for me. There will be much work awaiting you as a queen and if you misstep, the people will dethrone you.

Being a queen is not easy.

So, what does Clare really want? The most absolute power within the kingdom to govern everything? Give the people the threads of marionette to control their steps? Or is it just really because Clare loves Viten?

"Don't being queen finally get the affection?"

Pause.

"Being queen is the only way I'm loved. By His Majesty, by the nobility, by the people, by all, and father."

Clare's black eyes looked at me, tears still flowing from her crackers.

"Serethy Matria, so lucky you are to be a queen of Asher. You are only a lowly prisoner of war, but since His Majesty loves you, your life and social status are drastically changed. How lucky you are, loved by everyone."

Both of Clare's legs were finally unable to hold her own weight. Clare finally fell down with her head looking up, still looking at me.

"Luckily so. How lucky. How much I hate you, Serethy Matria. I expect your life to suffer even more."

"Thank you, but I'll make sure that doesn't happen." I let out a breath. "Then, please wait until the time to execute you. Good night."

The sound of shoes clashing against the brick floor echoed in the dungeon as I walked in its silent hallway.

...***...

I just sat myself down on the soft sofa when Jelena, my servant, said something that upset me.

"Your Majesty would like to see you, Princess," Jelena said respectfully.

"Now?" ask rhetorical. "I mean, these nights? It's ten o'clock, isn't it time for me to rest?"

"I'm sorry, Princess. However, apparently His Majesty would like to discuss something with you."

I sighed, getting back up from the soft sofa I used to rest my tired body.

It was fortunate that I had not changed my party dress into a nightgown, so I did not have to bother anymore to change clothes. Because obviously, meeting the king of the Asher Kingdom itself is impossible to wear sleeping clothes, right?

"Sir Derick, come—"

"Your Majesty told me to have the Princess meet her alone" Jelena said.

I frowned. It's not usually Viten wants me alone. Usually, he would get angry if I went around alone.

It should also be, Sir Derick should not leave my side unless there is an emergency when he needs to use his role as knight commander. Or when he should sleep and rest.

And I should have been accompanied by Sir Derick to meet His Majesty as usual.

I let out a breath. "alright. Sir Derick, you can rest now" I told Sir Derick.

The man nodded politely. "All right, Princess. Be careful on the road."

"I'm not going to get out of this palace."

Sir Derick only replied with a smile, but there was something strange with his smile. It wasn't a gentle smile, but a little sad.

I don't know why, but I ignored it.

I came out of my room and passed through several hallways to arrive at Viten's room. The last time I came to his room was when I was a prisoner of war, the rest never and I avoided him. So, I'm a little nervous about the uncertain possibilities of why Viten called me.

I knocked on the door three times, then there was a voice from inside that told me to come in.

No one was guarding the door of Viten's room so I had to open it myself.

"Your Majesty, I heard you calling me."

Viten Darren Asher, sitting on the single sofa in the middle of his room, in disrespectful clothes.

I even flinched a little when I saw the man wearing only his pants and party shirt that had not been replaced. The white shirt was not even bagged, note, not at all bagged so that it showed the muscles of his stomach and chest.

Shit, I can nosebleed because his body is so good. Okay, forget that!

I tried not to focus on her muscles, but on her face to get the answer I wanted as to why she called me late at night. However, looking at his face was not a good choice either.

Since when does Viten look so handsome? No, he was indeed handsome, but this time it was really more handsome than usual.

The man's face was lit by two candles that glowed on the table, while the luna light also took over most of Viten's face to get its rays

"Sit down, Serethy."

I comply. Sit on the left side of the long sofa.

"I couldn't react much more because we were both at the party and there in front of a lot of people. As King, I need to be good at hiding my emotions" Viten said, starting the conversation for the first time.

"React more, Your Majesty?"

Viten only nodded, but a moment later, he grinned widely.

"That's a bold statement, Serethy."

"Y-Yes?" Seeing that crazy bastard's grin makes me nervous.

"The fact that you declared yourself the Queen of Asher."

Uh. I admit, that was a pretty bold statement. However, I said the statement because this is Angelina's request. Angelina asked me to be the Queen and it was absolute.

"You don't like it, Your Majesty?" my question, tease. A little teasing him might be okay.

"How could I not like it? Do you remember that I proposed to you twice?"

I flinched at Viten's question.

"Heh, I think you remember everything, don't you, Serethy? This adorable Princess must have a good memory, right?"

"What is the purpose of His Majesty calling me here late at night?" tanyaku, trying to shift the topic of conversation.

"There's no excuse."

"Yes?"

"I just want to talk to my future wife."

Damnit. Wife-to-be. That sounds so creepy to me that it has regained its rationality. That I'm gonna marry that crazy bastard and that psychopath?

Okay, relax, Serethy.

"Isn't it too late to talk?"

"If it's too late, you can stay."

"died? What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"Night here."

"I refuse."

"Basic cold-hearted. You should have let your future husband be happy."

"You are my future husband, not my husband." I smiled forcefully.

Huh, this is really exhausting. I want to go back to my room for a break. Moreover, the sight of the man was completely unusual, tempting my faith once.

Viten breathed. A moment later, he took out a velvet box from his pants pocket. When the velvet lid was opened, a ring with a magnificent purple-colored diamond was plastered there.

"Do you want to marry me?" ask Viten casually. It was as if what he said was a child's invitation to play house-housing.

I smiled a little. "You're really disrespectful, Your Majesty. Applying for a lady in inappropriate clothes and a completely unromantic atmosphere."

"So you want a romantic atmosphere?"

"Not really. That'll be troublesome." I glanced back at the diamond ring. The silver ring was so beautiful, with a purple diamond reflecting the moonlight in the air, making it appear even more radiant. "And yes, Your Majesty, I will marry you."

Viten smiled with satisfaction. He stretched out his hand and I directly gave my finger to him naturally.

Viten slipped a diamond ring on my ring finger and I looked to match the contrasting purple color on my white skin.

Okay, this is cool.

Weddings. Okay, I can do it. I can definitely do it.

I then turned my eyes back to Viten.

"Is this all you want to do, Your Majesty? Then I'll go."

I straightened my body, almost leaving the man if only his big hand did not hold my tiny wrist. Then, the thing that shocked me was that the man forced me to sit on the sofa he had just sat on. Both of his hands pressed against my shoulders on the back of the sofa, I could feel the heavy pressure from the man.

I smiled stiffly. "Your Majesty?"

I could see the smile of Viten on his lips looking so scary. With the moonlight behind the window shining down on her face, it looked charming, but I heard a loud siren ringing in my head.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Do you have anything to do?"

"Are you really asking that, Your Majesty? It's late, of course I should have enough rest. As a lady and a future queen, of course I must have enough rest to meet the expectations of the people, right?"

Viten small hissing. "You're noisy" he said before closing our faces.

I didn't react, rather couldn't. Getting a kiss like this was something I never imagined would happen in my life. So I don't know what to do to get back at him.

The kiss was short-lived and when Viten finally pulled away, I could still feel a tickling feeling as his lips touched mine.

"Merona just because of a short kiss?" viten taunts with a shitty grin on her lips.

On his lips that now look so ... strange? Why did I feel such a significant difference after that short kiss?

But it was really a soft short kiss. Okay, stop talking about kissing. But still, when she placed her lips on me, I felt some foreign feelings. There are thousands of butterflies in my stomach, my chest is tight but painless, my head is empty but not completely empty. I also love the sensation of tickling all over my skin. Thats odd. I want to feel it again.

Wait, Serethy Rexanne Asher! What are you thinking?!

I let go of a small laugh, trying not to look too thoughtful about the kiss. I then grinned back. "I didn't think His Majesty would dare to do that to me."

"Why? You don't like it?" Viten pressed my shoulder against the back of the sofa and his face came closer. I could feel her breathing roar on my skin, warm, tickling.

Ignoring how my heart skipped a beat, I smiled. "How could I not like it? All noble ladies would love a kiss if it was from His Majesty."

"It's not about the other noble ladies. Honestly, you're being a bitch." Viten pulled himself back and stood up straight.

I let go of a sigh of relief.

"Sleep" said Viten.

I nodded slowly. "Then, good night, Your Majesty." I lowered my head briefly at him and was about to turn around to leave his room.

"Where are you going?"

I stopped my steps. "You told me to sleep, didn't you, Your Majesty?"

"Sleep here." His voice sounds indisputable.

I turned back to look at him. "Why is that, Your Majesty? I have my own room."

"I'm not saying that you don't have a room."

"Yes, then why do I have to sleep here?"

"Why indeed? I'm your future husband."

"It is precisely because of that, I have to go and sleep in my own room."

"You're getting a bitch. You should stay away from Axel from now on."

What does this have to do with Axel? You weird guy.

"Axel gives you a bad influence. He's a bitch and you're a bitch, too" continued Viten.

"This shitty woman is the woman you're about to marry, Your Majesty."

Viten didn't return my words again. Instead, he pulled my hand and guided me to his bed.

"Sleep."

"But I haven't even changed my dress yet."

"Sleep," press Viten.

I let out a breath. It's hard talking to a stubborn bastard.

I chose to give up and get on her bed. Still wearing elaborate and heavy party dresses, I tried to close my eyes and pass through dreamland.

I heard the friction of the cloth and when I realized it, a thick blanket had already covered my body.

Well, I'm not saying that the mattress the king used was uncomfortable. This mattress is so soft and soft at the same time, it makes me feel very comfortable. There is nothing wrong with sleeping here.

I then felt the side of my bed being occupied by someone and my hair starting to play.

I wanted to protest, but I started waving white flags at my consciousness.

I assumed that I had completely been spared the death flag so that I could sleep soundly in the room of a psychopath.

...***...

The sound of footsteps echoing in the dungeon made Clare raise her head.

When one enters his vision, his empty, dark eyes begin to be illuminated by a glimmer of hope.

"Your Majesty!" Clare straightened her body and gripped the iron bars with haru. "Your Majesty, are you here for me? Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you." Thank you."

Both of Viten's eyes looked cold even though he saw the pitiful figure of a woman in front of him.

Viten did not reply to Clare's sentence, but she unlocked the lock on the iron bars.

The hopeful binaries in both eyes of Clare look so obvious. And he now seems to see Viten as someone worthy of worship.

"Your Majesty—akh!"

Viten took Clare out of the bars, but by pulling the strands of Clare's hair roughly.

"Don't say much" Viten said coldly.

Jemari Viten now continues to drag Clare through her hair. Viten did not care even though Clare screamed in pain and cried loudly.

Viten takes Clare into the dungeon even deeper. Then entered a room that Clare knew clearly what the room was.

When the half-rusted iron door opened, someone inside there smiled widely.

"Sister, I've prepared everything" said Cioten.

"Take this." Viten pushes Clare's body on Cioten, who swiftly catches Clare's body.

"Don't be noisy, yeah. I hate it when you yell too loud" said Cioten. The man then forced Clare to sit on the iron chair and tied her body with a rope.

"Your Majesty! What do you two want to do with me?" clare asked in a pitiful tone of voice. There was even a faint vibration within his vocals.

"Why do you ask if you know for sure what the answer is?" ask Viten. He reached out his hand to Cioten, his twin sister directly giving Viten a knife whose reflection displayed a glowing candlelight.

"Your Majesty." Clare's face started to stiffen. "You can't torture me, can you? You can't possibly forget the memory we shared for years, can you? You can't possibly do that, can you, Your Majesty? Please answer me!"

"You're noisy" Viten said in annoyance. "You have a lot of questions, but it's okay, I'll answer them."

The warning! Below is torture, if you are not strong, can skip.

"YAHHH!" Clare screamed loudly as a knife held by Viten stabbed the woman in the shoulder. The pitch-colored blood instantly flowed profusely as the blade was violently pulled.

Clare gasped for breath, desperately holding back the groan of pain that was about to come out of her lips. His face began to pale and a cold sweat filled his face.

"Y-Your Majesty."

"You deserve this." Viten pierced Clare's abdomen, not too deep, but left a wound, and drained fresh blood. Wet the party dress that now looks shabby.

"You almost made Serethy die." Viten scraped Clare's arm.

"You deceive everyone by making yourself the candidate of the second queen." Viten slashed the skin on Clare's cheeks.

"You're playing everyone." Viten scraped Clare's neck skin.

"You killed Sorena Krone." Viten stabbed Clare's thigh. In his red eyes, it was filled with burning anger. So burning that it feels weird and painful.

"I kept quiet because Duke Cyrill asked me to shut up. You killed that girl. Cyrill Clare! What do you think you're doing by killing a nine-year-old girl?!"

Viten made more scratches on Clare's arm. Clare screamed louder as the pain from the wound tormented her further.

"I'm trying to accept you as my fiancee because Duke Cyrill has me on the throne. I'm trying to be patient with you, with all your tricks. I try to tolerate all your behavior in return for what Duke Cyrill did to me."

Clare cried out so pitifully as Viten's knife gave a scratch to Clare's skin that had been slashed first. The wound is enlarged and drains blood quickly.

Plaque! "Don't faint. Listen to me until it's over, you bastard."

"Y-Your Majesty—"

"You know why I never married you even though we've been engaged for years?"

"Your Majesty, sorry—"

"That's because you're the killer who robs others of their happiness, Clare. I am the king. I wouldn't give the queen's throne to a scoundrel like you. Hey, why do you look so pathetic now? You look so pathetic that I almost gave you my sympathy. Do you feel what Sorena is feeling? Do you know how sick and miserable Sorena is now? Hey, assholes. Don't faint."

Viten gave Clare a slap across the cheek once more so that Clare's consciousness would not fade.

"You tortured Sorena for an entire month and drowned Sorena in the lake on the 29th day. What did your heart feel at that moment? The satisfaction? Satisfaction for killing someone? The satisfaction of having deprived others of their right to live?"

"Your Majesty, you don't understand. I did it because I love you," Clare replied in a weak tone and ignored the formal tone. His eyes narrowed, he was about to close his black eyes because he was no longer able to accept all this torment.

"love me? It's bullshit, Clare. It's just an obsession."

"Then, how is it different from Serethy? W-Are you not obsessed with Serethy?"

Viten growling. "I'm not so."

Clare let go of the laughter with great difficulty. "You're obsessed with Serethy because Serethy looks a lot like Sorena, don't you?"

Plaque! Viten gives a slap in Clare's bloody cheek.

"I'm not, Clare." Viten threw a knife full of blood into the corner of the room and Cioten behind him naturally gave the blade a new blade.

"You're obsessed with Serethy. You're trying to find Sorena's place in your life."

"Silent. Don't say those two names in your dirty mouth." Viten pressed the tip of the blade on Clare's knee.

"Your Majesty, admit it. You don't love Serethy, you're just obsessed with her."

"I love him" pressed Viten.

"You don't, Your Majesty."

"Shut up." Viten scratched Clare's skin again with a blade, making Clare stiffen, and again gasping for breath as the pain dominated.

"Sorena Krone took you, Your Majesty. I'm just trying to regain my own right."

Viten grunting. "You're really pathetic. Clare, why don't you open your eyes wide and see what's near you?

"Alverro Cadeearo loves you, Clare. Why do you want my love so much that you can't see Alverro next to you? Alverro would do anything for you and you didn't take a glance at him at all? Are you crazy?"

"But I only love you, Your Majesty," Clare replied weakly. "For that nine-year-old, he saw you as his savior."

Viten chuckled small. "It's so ridiculous."

"That's how I feel about you, Your Majesty."

"I appreciate your feelings, but I can't forgive you. You always do everything you can to kill the people I love. Sorena Krone is an innocent little girl, but you killed her. Serethy Rexanne Asher is a tough woman, but you tricked her and nearly killed her. Is killing the only way for you to get what you want?"

Pause for a moment, Viten used it to catch his breath. Gathering the remnants of patience for him in order to continue speaking.

"Clare, if you love me, then you'll let me be happy with my choice. You don't know what you did or thought when you killed Sorena. You were just a kid back then and you had the courage to kill an innocent man. Clare, when Sorena died, you didn't know how much I was—"

Viten's voice was choked. How I suffered so much, Viten continued in his heart. He swallowed the pain at the end of his tongue.

Viten threw the blade in his hand into a corner of the room and started turning around leaving Clare.

"Do whatever you want, but don't kill him" Viten told Cioten. "We need another week's execution."

Cioten has been watching a thrilling show behind Viten's back. After seeing the torture firsthand, it made Cioten somehow more excited.

"Good, Brother!" Cioten answered enthusiastically and he began to approach Clare's body.

"Good, you haven't lost consciousness." Cioten took a new knife behind his shirt. "Let's play a little bit with me. You want to kill my sister, Serethy, don't you? It's unforgivable. I'm gonna be a little rough, so don't die, yeah, poor lady."

Viten did not listen to his sister's crazy sentence any further.

The first time when Viten realized that his sister was a psychopath was when Viten visited his sister. He was twenty and Viten set foot in a shabby pavilion far from the palace. Cioten didn't kill anyone, so Viten let it go.

But forget about that.

A few years ago, when Viten came upon the news that Sorena Krone had died from drowning in a lake, Viten found himself broken, to his head.

Something inside him was stirring so violently. Every emotion in his head exploded and Viten felt his heart break.

Sorena Krone is Viten's first love. However, his first love life was so short. Viten hasn't done much with his first love.

The first day Viten lived a life without Sorena was hell.

Viten can't eat well, he always spits out everything at the end. Viten can't sleep well, insomnia haunts him. Viten can't work as crown prince properly, wherever he works, Viten always messes up.

Viten is not sure what to do next. Viten.

No one would have thought that a wound in an abstract feeling would be so painful. No one would have thought that losing a love could end up being horrible.

Not infrequently for Viten, the image of Sorena Krone is always imagined and mixed with her original life.

One day, Viten sees Sorena beside him while he works as the crown prince. Then, Viten sees Sorena on every sidelines of her activities, haunting, punishing her. As if punishing him for not being able to save the girl from a hell. Punish him when Viten can't be next to the girl in her toughest period. Punish him when Viten can't protect him.

It hurts when Viten has absolutely no one next to him at his toughest point in the face of the facts of life. A fact in which Viten feels that his life is on the verge of collapse.

Nightmares. His life turned into a nightmare in a short time.

Feeling that his hopes have been broken, Viten tries to end his life. Hope Sorena Krone will forgive him when Viten takes that step.

But, he lives. He lived because Duke Cyrill said something like: "If you have the courage to stab yourself, use that courage to become a King."

Duke Cyrill had supported Viten even when he was a child and continued to provide meaningful support until Viten became a king.

With his remaining courage, Viten grows up to be a stubborn and ruthless king. He really could not give sympathy to his fellow man anymore. Viten is easier to stab people to kill him than to protect someone.

Viten killed, took human lives like an ant being stepped on.

Viten participates in warfare, killing souls, over and over again.

Viten became king. And he fell in love again.

A woman with bold pink hair. In Serethy's eyes, there was no trace of fear at all. Instead, it was full of confidence.

Viten was curious, and then he fell in love.

Then, his heart seemed to stop beating when he saw the body of Serethy who lost its radiance. That paled face actually strangled Viten's neck strongly.

For one week without Serethy, Viten suffered. He really suffered.

Viten has trouble sleeping. Viten has trouble eating right. Viten could not focus on the meeting with the aides. Viten could not eliminate the figure of Serethy who haunted him.

Viten was invaded by a fear. Where fear dominates his life.

Furious thoughts and negative thoughts haunt. Fear, fret, fear, fret. One week that lived continues to be haunted by the same feeling.

And Viten doesn't know how to miss his new hell if Serethy will end up like his first love.