“Why did you give him that dream? That was not what happened the last time you died.” A deep sage-like voice resonated within the Aberon Clan’s secret room.

With her back against the one who had spoken, she stared at the banner of the four hidden families before her. “I know. That was my death when I first regressed. I merely want to give him a small warning, think of it as a little push to make him work harder. Time is not our friend and so does fate.”

“Why? Why do you want to do this for that brat? Is he that worth it?” The silhouette of a colossal dragon that occupied the eight-pillared halls compressed into a smaller one—turning into a silhouette of an adult man with long white hair tied around his back. “Many times did you die just to find a way to save him and many did you suffer death because of it!”

Velicia turned around and looked into the eyes of her partner who knew everything. “And I will keep doing it until I defeat those wretched people and save him!”

The white-haired ma