Sign of the Zodiac: Cancer
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There were no significant obstacles during the return trip to Ponza. Damian assumes that it happened thanks to the existence of Kutzo who can repel the arrival of the Evil Spirit with his tribe's secret potion. Of course Damian was grateful for not having to experience a dangerous fight anymore. Even so, since the Deimheim attack that killed Luceila, Damian has been having nightmares.

The same dream keeps recurring every night, about her being trapped in the Ponza Forum. He was surrounded by Evil Spirits and someone called him Karkata. Now even his dream is growing with the image of Luceila's death that continues over and over again like a broken cassette. The quality of his sleep became completely disrupted because of it. Damian also changed a lot after experiencing the strange incident. Somehow the disturbing emotions kept haunting him.

“We part here, Damian Castor,” said Kutzo disperse Damian daydreams.

Damian looked out the window of his horse. Their entourage had apparently reached the border of Ponza. The carriage stopped because Kutzo had ordered the coachman to knock from inside the passenger room. Without waiting for an answer, Kutzo had already opened the door. It was still bright, however, that Damian would arrive at Castor's residence at dusk.

“Contact me if you need help. You can find me at the residence of Marquess Erald I will watch over you,” Kutzo continued after standing outside the horse carriage.

Damian just looked at her with a pus. He was too tired to have a conversation with anyone. His mind was filled with nightmares as well as the death of his fiancee. Damian therefore only nodded briefly in response to Kutzo's words.

“Get yourself, Castor,” concluded Kutzo later. The young Giyatsa shut the door of the carriage and took his own horse.

After Kutzo's departure, Damian's horse-drawn carriage immediately brought him back to Castor's residence. There was no warm welcome in the house when Damian arrived. Only his mother would meet him at the door. He looked thinner and sadder than usual. Damian thought that his mother had been worrying about him too much while he was away.

“Oh, Son. Thank goodness you came back safe. I heard in the south. You must have suffered so much. Look how skinny you are now. Come in and rest,” said the mother with tears in her eyes. Castor's ducches guided Damian in and told the servants to quickly prepare the best dinner dishes.

Passing through the atrium, they cross paths with Titus who also seems to have just returned to work. Damian's first brother stared sinisterly at his sister. His expression was flawless and looked extremely unfriendly.

“You still have the face to come back here after killing your own fiancee apparently? Don't you want to get stuck in that remote area and choose to do such a heinous thing? Your life is just full of greed, Damian. I'm ashamed to call you a member of the Castor family,” Titus coldly said.

Damian quickly walked towards Titus, then gripped his collar while glaring sharply. “Pull your words,” infuriated the young man with a wrathful expression.

Titus snorted short. Both of his eyes still impressed a cold demeanor unconcernedly. “News gets out fast, Damian. The whole country knows how you purposely used that poor young lady's body to protect yourself from Deimheim's attack. The people at the party witnessed the death of your fiancee,”, he said with an annoying grin.

“You know absolutely nothing. That's not what happened back then. Luceila .. day ...”

“Nobody cares how the original happened. Clearly, your fiancee died before your eyes, and you survived alone. That fact alone can make the assumption of people worsening your reputation, ” said Titus lightly. He then brushed off Damian's hand which was his grip on the collar of a slacking shirt.

“Just take this your karma. Most of your life you spend slandering others until they are sentenced to unnatural punishments. Now you know what it's like,” continued the cynical Titus.

Damian, meanwhile, was stunned at a loss for words. His mind is too complicated to pars.

“Titus! Enough's enough! This tragedy has also made your sister suffer! You can talk like that!” serga Duchess Castor is angry. The mother hugged Damian protectively.

Titus snorted short. “Benevolent mother's affection is what makes her a spoiled child. Whatever. I don't care anymore. I will not bother him,” replied Titus then passed away leaving them.

Damian clenched his hands tightly. Her brother's words were like an instrument that pierced her heart many times. Everything hurts. It feels like he almost lost himself.