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.

and reaction

manifestation

speak further after

swords in hand, she pressed her foot against the ground, and her figure appeared before

quick. It took no time for her to

Swoosh―!

pity that her weapon completely passed through the man who

"I knew it!"

had passed through the man. Without a doubt, it

'It's an illusion.'

She reassured herself.

for some reason, deep down, she felt

swing at me?

his smile looking extremely sincere. It was such a

"Shut up!"

shouted, swinging her other short

though he was only a projection, the very fact that he was there unnerved her. He had to

Swoosh!

his body, but

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Her attacks would keep passing through his body, and he seemed relatively unharmed by whatever she was doing, but Emma just couldn't

the moment, and each of her swings

Boom—!

the land beneath them tore apart, and the fog moved away for a brief

"Huh?"

where it was despite the disappearance of the fog, and her

"Haaa..haaa… haaa.."

labored, and sweat trickled down the side of her face, but her gaze never wavered away from the figure as she

who are

at that moment, but that was all she could manage to utter. She didn't know what to do at the moment, and all she could do

in hopes of him

she had been feeling

it, but at this very moment, it reemerged more powerfully than it had ever been, and she desired nothing more

was this emptiness, and why did it grow stronger

"My name is Kevin."

was just

A simple name.

Yet…

flood of memories started to resurface within her mind, and her mind blanked

Thud—!

and a blank

"W..wha..how… wha?"

look on her face that suggested she had

Her mind…

wasn't in the right state,

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

her mind, and something within her

Swoosh—!

that 'Kevin' appeared right behind her. She didn't seem to notice him as

"Who would've thought."

raspy one, and his figure started to fade, revealing the features of an elderly demon with a long white goatee

and used to assist him in maintaining his balance, sank into

currently drawn toward Emma, and

"Who would've thought…"

as soft as

contained traces of the power

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