The very instant he snapped back again,
he realized it like a thunderbolt.
If there was a second time, then naturally there could be a third, a fourth, a fifth.
With the blow, the mirror shattered to bits.
Kido groped over the mirror with trembling hands. He couldn’t guess how many fissures ran across his face.
An instinctive, chilling terror surged in.
It was fate’s mourning sent to him.
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No.
“…….”
Someone is turning the world.
Why?
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“Ugh, cold. This isn’t foot-dipping temperature, is it? No matter how it’s the Mediterranean, January is winter sea, right?”
“Why’d you go in then. Come here, darling. I’ll dry you.”
“Forget it. What’s the point of saving magic if I don’t use it. What, you’re going to wait on me even on vacation? If a paparazzo snaps a photo, people will lose it again that I used you as a foot towel.”
“I’m doing it because I want to. Besides, you don’t care about that, do you. Or, darling, did you read some weird article somewhere?”
He cupped and dried the small feet walking out of the sea, and Jioh said nothing until every drop had dried.
Kido tilted his head, looking up.
“Why so quiet. Did I get on your bad side again?”
“No, just.”
Jioh shook her head.
With a face sunk in thought, she looked back and forth between his smile and the wet hem of his trousers, then patted the spot beside her, telling him…