The Author's POV

'Why is it taking Kevin so long?'

During my conversation with Malik Alshayatin, in which I was trying to buy as much time as possible, I sneaked a look at the time on my watch.

Ten minutes had already passed since Hemlock had appeared, and nothing had happened.

'Did something go wrong with the operation?'

Kevin was supposed to be on his way to killing Malik Alshayatin, who was hiding not so far from where we were at the time, according to what I knew about the situation.

He was the only one who knew the precise location; I wasn't even sure of it myself.

Given that Hemlock was still seated at the oval table alongside everyone else, it was clear that Kevin had not yet made his move.

'Is it possible that he ran into some problems, and it's taking him more time than it is supposed to?'

This was the most likely possibility.

Kevin, in my opinion, was in no real danger at any point.

Malik Alshayatin would have already vanished by now had he found out that Kevin had attacked him, and taking into consideration the fact that Kevin was solely performing this action based on his memories, there was no way that Hemlock could know what was coming for him.

It was simply impossible.

'I guess I'll just stall for a bit more time. '

It wasn't that I really minded, but I was rapidly running out of topics to discuss in order to kill time. Octavious, to my great relief, came to my aid in the nick of time.

For some inexplicable reason, it felt to me as though he was in on the whole situation.

'I'm imagining things, right?'

"Is there anything you hope to accomplish by remaining here? I'm certain that you didn't just show up to listen to our conversation. If you truly desired to hear what we had to say, you would not have divulged your identity so early."

"As expected of the strongest human, you're very perceptive."

Hemlock clapped twice, his back lying on the leather chair.

"Initially, I intended to come here to confuse the minds of everyone present. I wanted you guys to question yourselves and perhaps convert a few of you to our side, but I changed my mind.

Hemlock gave me a friendly smile as he slowly turned his head in my direction and looked at me. As the ominous foreboding, I was experiencing became clearer, I felt shivers run down my entire body.

"...But I changed my mind. Not too long ago, a small bird told me something, and let's just say I discovered something even more entertaining."

The instant he said those words, my pupils constricted violently. Specifically, when he uttered the phrase "little bird," the puzzle pieces in my mind began to fall into place, and my breathing became rougher.

I muttered two words without hesitation in my mind.

"Monarch's Indifference."

My vision turned black.

***

but the instant that I regained consciousness, I found

that I was

making a right turn, I walked in that direction without

body. In a short amount of time, the pleasant

matter to me; I kept moving forward regardless, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the

pain was incomparable to the pain that my mind and

the size of a star way off in the distance. The orb

within a few feet of it, I could see that it was covered in thin black threads that had

person who looked an awful lot like me was standing not too far away from the orb and staring at it

in his direction and stopped when I was in

head to look at the orb as well, I noticed that it was reflecting images. In

fact that his body was shivering

eyes, I

expected, it was you, wasn't

spoke in

Hemlock was so calm and why Kevin had been held up for so long. This

of a searing rage permeating each and every

slowly turned his head and looked at me with

should be thankful to

fiber of my being wanted to let

long since concluded that shouting would only give the impression that I was losing control of the situation and would contribute absolutely

my

my mind of the pointless emotions clouding my judgment to effectively find

be able to have my wish of dying

alive if I'm going to die

in the end, I was still going to die

yourself lucky that you will live a few years longer

"Very kind of you."

anxiously staring at the orb

facing the orb, and it

I looked beside me and saw the other me still calmly looking at the orb,

'What's going on?'

***

ground while holding a thin

"E..Emma?"

once, and as he did so, tears began to form in the inner corners

with a look of despondency plastered all over it as he gazed

eyes were absently gazing upward, he tenderly stroked

all that I did to distance myself

However, it was abundantly

the heart and because the poison had left a clear imprint in

caused Kevin's mind to become disorganized, as evidenced by his paler-than-usual

form in the creases of his eyes moved more quickly down his cheeks, and it appeared as though the world was losing its

"H..How is this possible?"

his