Nayomi, who remained silent, finally looked at him.
"Remember how my class was summoned in this world six hundred years ago?"
She asked, her voice much colder than normal.
"One of the three that the mimicker showed us…."
She drew in a deep breath.
"….He was my classmate."
Akamir tilted his head slightly, his mask catching the dim glow of the lantern.
For a moment, the room was quiet except for the faint creak of the chair beneath him.
"…Your classmate," he repeated, voice steady but laced with interest.
"Explain."
Nayomi's lips pressed into a thin line. She didn't look at him right away.
Her gaze lingered on the floor, as if the shadows there might swallow her words before she spoke.
"Yes. My class… when we were brought here, not all of us stayed together. Some vanished after the summoning. Some chose different paths."
Her voice trembled, but it wasn't fear—it was anger.
Akamir guessed the three whom he saw were the three pillars of the family.
