"I-I don't want it…! I don't accept that…!!"
Amelia's voice trembled as if squeezed out.
It was clear she was full of fear and her feelings were on the verge of collapse.
Her knees seemed about to fold, and she supported them with will.
This was not reality.
The domain of illusion magic. The world of illusion.
But the "future" Rigel projected was far too real and stabbed deep into her spirit.
Even if that was a future Rigel had "casually" predicted just now.
"Fu…"
When Rigel erased the illusions one by one, the images finally melted into darkness.
But Amelia stayed hanging her head and did not try to move.
Her fingertips and lips also trembled faintly.
Fear still dominated her whole body.
"Now then, shall I hear the answer."
The voice was quiet, but carried a cold coercive force.
Amelia moved her lips in silence.
Eventually a broken voice was spat out.
