The black-haired boy and the gray-haired girl were sitting back at the pier at a respectable distance from each other.
"By the way, Raseriat and Rethaq are both dead. Same with Evorietto."
"..."
Zoemi turned to Aspakeony and said in a casual tone, so casual in fact that the necromancer originally didn't realize the meaning of his words.
"...eh...?"
Only after full five seconds did she flinch and stared at him with wide-open eyes.
"Hold on...! Did you just say that...?!"
She gasped in disbelief closing the distance between them once more, but this time didn't try to grab onto the recovering black-haired boy.
"You know the thing with Xeonith, right? Well, I was there, and so was Raseriat. Only one of us end up surviving the encounter."
Zoemi shrugged his shoulders again and started counting on his fingers.
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