“…….”
Thud—the man’s body dropped to the floor with a hollow sound.
Wraithly hands from hell hovered over him, glancing at Aillet for permission, hesitating instead of dragging him away immediately.
For a while, Aillet stood there without moving, as if nailed to the spot.
What finally roused her was the voice that came from behind.
“Such a trivial farce.”
“…….”
“Aillet, come to me.”
“…….”
“Aillet?”
Her grip around Librilily tightened. Aillet slowly turned around.
Facing Reed head-on, she pushed aside her disheveled hair.
“I—”
Her eyes, now revealed once more, held a clear focus. She spat out the rest of her sentence as though chewing on the words:
“—am going insane because of you two, Teshilid Argente.”
✠
Consciousness, adrift in darkness, gradually rose to the surface. The body’s blocked senses began to come back online in tiny increments.
Perhaps the mental barrier Reed had shattered was finally restoring itself.
I only hoped my body hadn’t caused too much trouble against my will.
That…