This elusive figure had a knack for appearing suddenly and swiftly vanquishing anyone in its path. It seemed like an embodiment of intense hatred and envy, perpetually provoked by something. It was, indeed, the one responsible for beheading the vampire Judite.
Judite was a vampire, so just cutting off the head wouldn't kill her. It took careful pounding to crush her brain.
Crushing the brain into a pulp, it finally realized that it had killed the vampire.
Afterward, it searched for the next target and slowly roamed the dungeon. And then, it found its next target.
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"That's not fair,"
It had a slimy, clingy tone.
It was glaring at us with sharp eyes.
"Why is it always you who gets the good end of the deal? Why am I always stuck with the bad role?"
It cried out in that way.
"…Agetha?"
In the midst of this, I was simply confused.
Yes, the one who had severed Agetha's arm and kicked me away was Agetha herself.
"Ah… Ahhh!"
Agetha, who had her arm cut off, was still writhing in intense pain.
There were two Agetha in front of me.
Huh…? What's going on?
I didn't understand.
"Who are you?"
I asked, but I wasn't even sure which Agetha I was asking. Perhaps I was asking both of them.
"I am Agetha Tsubaki,"
The one who answered was the Agetha who had kicked me.
"Why are there two of the same person?"
As I asked this question, Agetha gave a self-deprecating smile and pointed to the Agetha with her arm severed.
"This one is my impostor. It pretends to be me and tries to steal everything from me."
"Ha…"
Since I didn't quite understand, I let out a sigh-like breath.
From the perspective of Black Agetha (to avoid confusion, I decided to call the Agetha who had suddenly appeared Black Agetha), Black Agetha was the real one, and Agetha (the one with lost memories) was the fake.
I considered hearing Agetha's side of the story and looked at her.
"I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand! Why am I in two places at once?"
Agetha was holding her head in confusion.
Right, Agetha had lost her memory. Even if she was called a fake, she couldn't argue back. She was the most confused person here.
"Fine, let's erase all the inconvenient memories and start over. Ah, it's truly like a field of flowers in your mind, I'm getting fed up with you."
"I don't know even if you say that!"
"You not knowing is probably your own fault. Ugh, I'm getting exasperated!"
"That's why I don't know!"
Black Agetha and Agetha were exchanging words.
"Kiska… Please, help me…"
"Ah."
Agetha pleaded for help, clinging to me.
I wanted to live up to her expectations, but even if she asked for help, I had no idea what I could do to help her.
"Agetha…?"
I suddenly noticed that she was trembling beside me.
Well, of course she would be. I'm sure I would be very scared if I were in her shoes.
So, with the thought that I could alleviate her anxiety even just a little, I gently pulled her close.
"That's not fair."
Black Agetha muttered bitterly.
"It's not fair. You're always sucking up and being coddled, while you push the unpleasant roles onto me. Always, always, always, using me like that. Ah, I've had enough. I can't take it anymore. I've put up with it for so long, but I'm done. I would have been better off on that side too. Because I also like ×××…"
I couldn't make out a part of what she said.
But more importantly, my attention shifted to something else.
She was crying.
Black Agetha was shedding big tears and expressing something.
"I didn't mean that…"
Agetha tried to deny something.
Ah, I had to help.
Honestly, I didn't quite understand what had happened between the two of them. What was right and what was wrong. What was just and what was unjust. I had no clue.
But when I saw a girl crying right in front of me, I knew I wanted to help.
Among the emotions that had sprouted within me, that was the one thing I was sure of.
So, unconsciously, I reached out my hand.
"I can't take it anymore…"
Black Agetha muttered, tears falling.
"If it's going to be like this, maybe it's better to just disappear, in a world like this, right?"
This was bad. Black Agetha was about to do something.
I didn't know what it was, but my instincts were screaming that it was really, really bad.
"Stop it! Agetha!"
When I shouted, it was already too late.
With a murmur, she spoke these words:
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