Third Male Lead's OOC

Chapter 14: Visit

He was aware that he wasn't conscious. Perhaps it was a dream?

But it looked too real to be just a dream.

Then, perhaps a memory?

He stood in the middle of the remnants of a battlefield. It was an open ground surrounded by tall mountain ranges with barely any trees. There laid thousands of people on the ground, their lifeless bodies covered in blood. He could tell by their weapons that it was a group of sorcerers and knights who had lost their lives to their enemy.

But who did they fight against?

As he continued onwards and the horizon lowered, the shape of a castle came into view. He knew straight away that he was looking at the fortress of their enemy.

His heart began to beat louder and louder the closer he got, as if warning him to turn around.

However, his mind was filled with his usual reckless curiosity at the same time.

And as he neared the castle, there was the shape of a person standing atop. His white hair and white cape fluttered with the wind, his expression concealed.

It was Sylvan!

Wisteria wanted to call to him, and ask him why he would do such a thing. But his voice wouldn't come out.

Then, the shape of a dark haired young man dressed in all black approached Sylvan's side.

With a grim expression, his violet eyes glanced down at him---- It was Wisteria----!

...

He was jerked awake by the kick of his foot, and his eyes swung opened with a gasp. He took a deep breath as he felt short on air. His eyes scanned his surroundings, where he found himself in an unfamiliar room. There was an opened window to his left, a small desk and a shelf to his right next to the entrance, along with the strong scent of medicinal herbs.

He pushed himself to sit up, sharp pains shooting down his arm. Once in a sitting position, he looked down. His bent right arm was in a cast of bandages with a sling around his neck. Only then did he realize that he must have overdone it a little back then.

"Sylvan must be worried." He whispered to himself.

And as his name crossed his lips, the image of Sylvan and himself on top of the castle fortress flashed into his mind.

What could be the meaning behind those images?

He bit his lips as he drowned on his thoughts.

---Knock, knock---

Wisteria turned his head at the direction of the sound. As the door opened, he could see Fleur, Valerian, Violet, Admon, and Lupin standing at the the entrance.

"WISTERIA!!!" Their voices shouted at the same time at the sight of their dazed instructor.

"When did you wake up?"

"How are you feeling?"

"We thought you were going to dieeee!"

"I'm glad you're awake---"

This time, Wisteria didn't bother to answer, and simply smiled until they've released their bottled up questions.

Once they've gradually fell silent, Wisteria replied with a reassuring smile, "I'm feeling okay! And I woke up only a few minutes ago. I'm sorry for making you all worried. And fear not, it doesn't feel like I'm going to die, haha."

"Wisteria," Admon stepped froward, "I'm sorry for making you stay... I didn't think it through."

"I'm also very sorry," Lupin added.