The Weakest Undefeated
Arc 4, 3 Of Us: My Promise and Your Promise

Running through the silent city, without direction, without a plan, without looking back, I just kept running. One by one the shining street lights dribbled in each direction of my steps, as I stopped and looked back all that was left was one shadow of mine. Starting from 3 shadows doing stupid things and laughing at our own stupidity and now only 1 shadow is left because of my weakness and incompetence.

Stop crying!

The days of colourful peace, have now begun to fade into mere memories.We have lost everything, the sound of laughter full of happiness, irreplaceable precious time, dreams high full of idealism, the figure of your presence, the, all is no longer there and one day this sadness and fear will only turn into a memory of the past, only limited to memories that have passed.

Just being silent for 2 seconds I started feeling numb on my legs, Spawning the cold of an unusual night barefoot was a stupid act, All the places I traveled the longer the longer the more

chilly.

Looking up at the sky with a blank mind and a small fog appeared as I exhaled with my mouth thick enough to be able to see with both of my eyes directly.

I looked to the left, I, from behind the dirty glasses was seen a large glass in a closed shop reflecting the shadow of a young man hugging a gift box in a tangled uniform and some parts that have been moistened by the blood made him unable to swallow his own saliva. That look...... It's terrible, it's horrible enough to scare people when they see it.

Although there is no one around me, but I can imagine how people face when they see my form like this.

When imagining it and trying to smile in front of the mirror I remembered the incident of ‘itu’ day and instantly deleted my smile.

Imagined it? Why am I lying to myself, it's not imagining, it's just digging up old memories.

I closed my eyes and calmed down trying to distract my entire mind and erase the old incident.

Sorry, I'm sorry, Vista.

I will definitely keep my promise, though,

I will definitely find Artia and protect her, though,

Hence........

You also have to keep your promise.....

Ejects the hp and inserts the memory that Vista provides

to me, after reviving my phone, I saw a voice recording file

that comes from the memory card...

[For you who are immortal]

For you immortals? What a strange title....

I press the button ‘Play recording’ after a long sigh and also mentally prepare.

[Recording played]

Recording with the voice of Artia :”A-a-a, Hello? Eh this is grumbling yet? Uh the timer's on, ahem.... I don't know who found this tape, but if you're from Papa's Executor's messenger you won't find anything here. And if the one who found this memory is the two of you*Sighs deeply*Sorry yes, it seems I can't realize my dream, I know you must be angry and want an explanation from-Eh? Whatisthis? ‘maximum recording 2 minutes’? straight to the point, first for you first, thanks for finding this memory,”

‘For you’? oh, I mean Vista because he found this memory..

“Next, is ‘Dia’ there?  If so, please pause this tape and leave us both.........

........ already?..... emmm, hello.... I know after yesterday's incident it's awkward now, but I want you to know the truth-“

Huh huh? How cut?!

When I saw that my phone was dead, it ran out of battery. The black screen showed my pitiful face, I wiped the tears on my cheek and suddenly heard a huge bell sound from the direction of the square.

The last clue that Vista gave was absolutely no clue where Artia was. Let alone the hint even in the recorded message he was so careful that he did not mention the names of the two of us,

FUCKIN' SHIT!

Even in such a situation he still protects us both, what are you really doing, Tia?!

I look at the clock in the store showing at 7:38 pm, on December 25, 2021. The resentment in me instantly subsided, without any guarantees, clues or theories. Instantly I found out where I could meet Artia.

From the tape, there were a lot of questions in my mind,

Who is the Artia family?

Why did his father send an Executor to target his own daughter?

Who exactly is Artia?

Who is Vista really?

He is brash, jaily, insensitive, and cunning, but he is not a man who likes to break promises.

I enter my HP and walk towards the Square with my two feet already numb from the cold.  I almost fell down every step of the way, walking and maintaining balance with my feet like this was like walking on a thread, very difficult and painful. But if at the end of my goal I can meet him something like this is nothing.

It started from walking a little fast and started to slow down until I ended up dragging my feet. My body felt so heavy I gave all I had to keep my body standing, on the other hand My left foot had reached the limit and I could no longer feel or exert it, my vision began to blur the lights that were shining down on my legs slowly began to fade and everything started to turn gray, the coldness that had covered me all this time began to turn into pain that stung me in every frame of my body, my heart began to slow down from the usual to make it difficult for me to manage my weakness, he said, even my lips are no longer strong for me to open with this cold.

Empty,

My brain can no longer think clearly just emptiness alone, I don't even remember where I have to go.

Vista cheerfully walked beside me while starting his chat without warning as usual.

I ignored and continued to drag my feet by trying hard to hold my hand so as not to drop this gift box beside the road to the Square, along the way invisible to the slightest person, it seems that they have all gathered in the Square.

“If I'm clear, go buy cotton candy first, mandatory ritual every event is mah!” I groaned with my lips that I was beginning to feel no more,

As soon as I realized and immediately stopped my steps, I lyrically to my right with surprise because I realized his existence when I saw his face I could only be silent in shock.

Artia :”Why, Dion? How do you look surprised like that? I am looking at a ghost. Hahahaha.” Artia said with a laugh as she ruffled my hair

Dion :”T-Tia?” an unbearable inner voice came out just like that upon seeing his face as well as his purple hair,