Character image: Azraphael
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"They won't… find anything?"
A chill crept down her spine as an uneasy thought formed in Alter's mind.
"Teacher... what did you do?"
Azraphael didn't even turn around.
"I simply altered everyone's memories."
"What?!"
Alter's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Ev... everyone's?"
"Heh."
Azraphael turned back with a confident smile.
It was true.
If the battle had merely been an act, Alter's soldiers could never have performed so convincingly. Every strike had been aimed to kill. Every swing of the blade had carried genuine hatred, fear, and murderous intent. Even Alter herself had believed, if only for a moment, that they truly despised her.
It had felt as though... they no longer recognized her at all.
Only now did the horrifying truth become clear.
It had all been her teacher's doing.
