Bab 359: Chapter 117 - Tournament arc (part 19)

Zoemi breathed out, half-laying on his bed, trying to calmly think things through.

[So... kid... you're saying that your original personality, the one I met, is actually something called artificial soul created by the millennia-old necromancer who can't even confirm anything because she got abducted by one of the Ghosts of Bellcephora... isn't this, you know...? Hard to believe?]

Ludier's shadow with whom the black-haired boy consulted, asked in a doubtful tone.

|Said an apparition held up with mana in the world where magic is real.|

Zoemi sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning his back against the wall.

[I just think that if you really were thrown back in time, I would travel together with you – I am basically living inside your head.]

Ludier's shadow countered, also making it sound as if he sighed.

|When I activated the spell you were out and holding back Kiorterell for me – we were barely connected, so that's most likely the reason why only I experienced it.|