Sword Anthem's
Epilogues

The whistling wind blew against the very green leaves. The smell of flowers blooming is so beautiful to see. The leaves sway while accompanied by natural instruments.

The green plains stretch along the eye of the beholder. The sky was clear with thin clouds like sweet cotton candy overlapping each other, pushing each other, and greeting each other.

Some flower petals floated without knowing the direction. Oscillating on the green land majestically, until it finally landed on the body of a black-haired man.

He was sleeping with a position leaning on a large tree trunk not far from the clear river flow.

His figure looks very calm with a face full of solemnity. Eyes closed, head tilted slightly, and hands resting right on his stomach.

His black hair that had been waiting for the cue finally began to move due to the greeting of the wind. Not long after that, he woke up with his eyes slowly opening.

Blink a few times, after which stretch both of his hands while yawning widely. There was something strange about his movements, he looked like he was confused with his head that had turned to the left and right.

Like someone who was looking for something, until he finally got up, and saw the surrounding only in the form of green plains as far as the eye could see. The stagnant wind made some waves in the middle there.

Sunlight that is not too hot is a factor supporting the right weather. Not too hot and not too cold, but at least enough can be said as the weather is suitable for relaxing.

However, for him who did not understand it at all just continued walking down the place. Once he was right in front of the clear river, he looked up.

“Truly a beautiful day...”.

After that he looked down and found the reflection of his face above the surface of the river water.

“This is very foreign...”.

“It's weird, why don't I know my own name?” mumbling, “Hei. Do you know what my name is?” he continued on the reflection of the shadow of his face that was above the surface of the river.

But instead of getting an answer. But he only found a beautiful silence. So peaceful he didn't even know what to do in that place.

Not getting any results, he finally turned around until a warm sensation hugged him from behind. Like two familiar arms trying to feel the warmth of his body.

Reiss. The man he called Reiss turned around hoping to find something. Unfortunately just like before, he did not get that answer at all.

At least this time he got a clue, a name. Yes, a name that is quite short is even fairly easy to say.

“Reiss... is that my name?”

The question he asked himself to make sure it could be said to be something strange. It's just that for himself—Reiss, he has absolutely no idea for sure if there is any meaning to his name.

“Reiss...,” murmured with a faint smile while closing his eyes.

Not yet had he wanted to say thank you, his left eye began to let out tears that flowed through the cheek until it finally fell to the ground.

“Eh?... why? I... crying?”

Without a soul, without a heart, and without a definite memory. However, the feeling he just felt felt real even to the point of making him feel alive.

Thank you....