"Ahh...!" Just as the tip of my fangs pressed against Yul's neck, I drew back and winced in pain. I gazed down at my leg, seeing Lakresha's dagger version in it.
"I managed." I exhaled sharply as I managed to wake myself up from this nightmare. "Go away Yul."
I pushed Yul's chest away while holding the dagger plunged in my thigh. Yul took a step back, gazing at me in disbelief.
"But... you will --"
"Yulis!" My voice hitched as my eyes sharpened, glaring at him. "I will rather lose my sanity than kill you! Go where I can't see you."
"Oh, no, Your Grace! Even if you don't want to kill him, he will still die." Alphonse clicked his tongue helplessly while shaking his head. "Between the two of you, you are a much better choice, you know?"
"Yulis had accepted his death. How can you deny him, Your Grace?" Beatrice frowned as she dramatically wiped her fake tears. "I almost teared up with his sacrifice."
