The Author's POV

Chapter 830

Emma couldn't explain it in words, but the moment her gaze fell on the man that stood behind her, she found herself unable to speak.

It was as if something was stuck at her throat, preventing her from speaking, and the empty feeling that she had been feeling for quite some time suddenly started to resurface once again.

It drained her completely.

"Y..you… Who are you?"

She stumbled several steps back, staring at the smiling figure that seemed all too familiar to her, yet, at the same time, distant.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall him at all.

It was just blank.

Her mind was completely blank.

'J..just what is happening? Who is he? Why do I feel this way?!'

Her mind was a total mess, and she could barely think properly.

The more she glanced at the figure, the more her mind became a mess, and she continued to step back.

It wasn't out of fear, but due to the weird feeling that was eating at her chest.

"Ah.. haa…"

Something trickled down the side of her cheeks as she held onto her head with both hands.

"That... who, just...?"

"Emma, calm down. It's me."

"Don't!"

He tried to reach out for her, but he was quickly stopped by Emma, who slapped his hand away from her.

She glared at him fiercely.

"...Don't take a single step toward me; stay where you are!"

At this point, she was at the point where she was practically screaming, and the pain in her head was starting to grow worse.

She didn't know what was going on at that moment, but sudden images started to flash within her mind, and her head started to throb even more fiercely.

Her hand reached for her shirt, and she gripped it tightly.

'J,just what is happening?'

The longer the situation dragged on, the more she found herself wavering.

"No."

Clenching her teeth, Emma gripped her short swords at her hips and, in one swift motion, pointed them toward the man that was standing opposite her.

"You…"

Mana started to flow out of her body as power started to radiate from her. Glancing at the fog that was surrounding her, she had a sudden idea.

"I get it now."

It was the only explanation that she could think of at the moment.

reaction to the unfamiliar man that she had never seen before

a manifestation of whatever this fog

speak

swords in hand, she pressed her foot

for her to arrive before

Swoosh―!

weapon completely passed through the

"I knew it!"

passed through the man. Without a doubt, it proved her assumption, and she

'It's an illusion.'

She reassured herself.

for some reason, deep down, she felt

swing at me?

down at her, his smile looking extremely sincere. It was such a gaze that made the empty feeling in Emma's heart grow, and she clenched her

"Shut up!"

shouted, swinging her

very fact that he was there unnerved her. He had to disappear. For her

Swoosh!

again, it passed through his body,

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

on swinging. Her attacks would keep passing through his body, and he seemed relatively

needed to vent at the moment, and each of her swings started to become

Boom—!

beneath them tore apart, and the fog moved away

"Huh?"

was the fact that the figure remained where it was despite the disappearance of the fog,

"Haaa..haaa… haaa.."

side of her face, but her gaze never wavered

why.. who are

to ask at that moment, but that was all she could manage to utter. She didn't

in hopes of him knowing

could explain the emptiness that she had been

had believed that she had been able to subdue it, but at this very moment, it reemerged more powerfully than it had ever been, and she desired nothing more than to understand why this was

was this emptiness, and why did it

"My name is Kevin."

just

A simple name.

Yet…

flood of memories started to resurface within her mind, and

Thud—!

her knees, and

"W..wha..how… wha?"

incomprehensible, and she appeared to have a look on her face that suggested she

Her mind…

the right state, as she kept

"H..K..evin? How?"

something within

Swoosh—!

behind her. She didn't seem

"Who would've thought."

fade, revealing the features of an elderly demon with a long white goatee

in his right hand and used to assist

gaze was currently drawn toward Emma, and

"Who would've thought…"

voice as soft as a

thought that her body contained traces of

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