As your eyes flutter open, a young man looks down at you, his purple eyes gazing into yours.

“Lucius.”

He whispers softly, reaching out to touch your cheek, a soft smile appearing on his pale lips. His fingers grasp your chin as he continues quietly.

“You probably have a lot of questions, Lucius. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise to get you to heaven. Will you forgive me?…”

As this man mentions a promise, your heart starts racing. Yes, you had once swore that with a young boy… Hayate. Your dear Hayate, which death had separated you from.

So why… was he here, looking so much older, very much alive and wearing what appeared to be traditional Chinese clothes… dressed as an emperor?