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.

***

me, but the instant that I regained consciousness, I found myself standing in front

that I was all too familiar

turn, I walked in that

In a short amount of time, the pleasant warmth morphed into something intolerable as a searing pain began to spread across all of

kept moving forward regardless, not paying the slightest bit of

little pain was incomparable to the pain that my mind and body went through

orb about the size of a star way off in the distance. The orb grew steadily more expansive

few feet of it, I could see that it

me was standing not too far away from the orb and staring at it with a blank

walking in his direction and stopped when I was

noticed that it was reflecting images. In particular, I could see Kevin's face which

Kevin's face was accentuated by the fact that his

eyes, I

was you,

spoke in a

Kevin had been held up for so long.

composure, I was aware of a searing rage permeating each and every part of my

of myself slowly turned his head and looked at me

be thankful to

every fiber of my being wanted to

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

I could do was keep my composure and

pointless emotions clouding my judgment

be able to have my wish of dying fulfilled. Two

of staying alive if I'm

of surviving if, in the end, I was still going to die at Jezebeth's

that you will live a few years longer than

"Very kind of you."

staring at

view, Kevin's face was directly facing the orb, and it appeared for

saw the other me still calmly looking at

'What's going on?'

***

as he knelt on the ground

"E..Emma?"

and as he did so, tears began to form in the inner corners of his eyes, and he began to

looked at Emma's with a look of despondency plastered all

her eyes were absently gazing upward, he tenderly stroked her

all that I did to distance myself from

she was still alive. However, it was

had left a clear imprint in her body, there was no

disorganized, as evidenced by his paler-than-usual face and the

quickly down his cheeks, and it appeared as though the world was losing its color to him

"H..How is this possible?"

brought Emma's body closer to his in an embrace, he mumbled something