Diya's voice abruptly stopped, staring blankly at Ash.
Before coming over to demand an explanation, she had considered many possibilities. Perhaps Ash was deliberately ignoring her to ingratiate himself with the Sword Maiden, or maybe Ash's mind had been damaged during the Six-winged Trial, but she never expected this development—it's like accusing your lover of not taking care of you when you're sick, only to have them hand you a terminal illness notice.
"...When did it happen?" the Witch asked dumbfoundedly.
"Just yesterday when I went to Hell," Ash replied. "I've forgotten how I met you, how I became close with you, what happened between us, and all the beautiful memories we shared... I've forgotten everything, not a trace left."
"Last night as I returned from Hell, opening my eyes to see you acting spoiled was, to me, actually our first meeting." He laughed. "I wonder how it compares to our actual first meeting—better or worse?"
