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 to

a manifestation of

didn't speak further after

swords in hand, she pressed her foot

took no time for her to arrive

Swoosh―!

through the man who kept

"I knew it!"

man. Without a doubt, it proved her assumption, and

'It's an illusion.'

She reassured herself.

down, she felt a

at me? Let's relax for

sincere. It was such a gaze that made the empty feeling in Emma's

"Shut up!"

shouted, swinging her

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

Swoosh!

passed through his body, but Emma

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

swing after another, she kept on swinging. Her attacks would keep passing through his body, and

of her swings started to become

Boom—!

them tore apart, and

"Huh?"

that prompted Emma to stop was the fact that the figure remained where it

"Haaa..haaa… haaa.."

but her gaze never wavered away from the figure as she continued to look

who

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

him in hopes of him knowing

that could explain the emptiness that she

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

and why did it grow stronger at the sight

"My name is Kevin."

just

A simple name.

Yet…

moment he uttered those words, as if something within her snapped, a flood of memories started to resurface within her

Thud—!

soon fell to her knees, and a blank look appeared on

"W..wha..how… wha?"

to have a look on her face that suggested she had just seen a

Her mind…

the right state, as she

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

something within her seemed to

Swoosh—!

didn't seem to notice him as her face remained blank, seemingly completely

"Who would've thought."

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

held in his right hand and used to assist him in maintaining his balance, sank

Emma, and his eyes

"Who would've thought…"

as soft as a

body contained traces of the power

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