"I apologize, but please stop relaying what you've seen. It hasn't happened." Ilya then forced a smile on her face, "And, I'm nothing but weak. What you've seen in your dream won't happen. I can't be a Knight when I'm this useless."
"But…"
"Please,"
Vhelian didn't force the story on Ilya anymore. He didn't want to drive her away by being insistent on a dream.
The young man didn't have the least bit of suspicion. He truly thought that it was only a dream, one that lived in his mind alone.
However, Ilya didn't feel the same.
She could remember that very moment as if it was happening at the present.
Truth be told, the memories of her first lifetime were a blur to Ilya. She could remember the majority of the events that made a change in the Empire. But what about her own life?