"Hmph!"
Grazio didn't even spare him a glance and looked away with his head held high.
"Why would I believe the words of magicless trash like you?"
"...!"
"You...! Wait...? Eh...?"
Zoemi went silent but Miriette clenched her fists and trembled in anger – before suddenly flinching and looking around in utter confusion.
Both the black-haired boy and the red-haired one were young, they were literal children!
"..."
Miriette bit her lips and hurriedly looked at her own hands...
They were tiny...
She checked her hair and it was properly so dark green that it seemed black.
With that it was certain...
Miriette somehow made it to the past.
...or worse – the previous timeline got messed up and the presence started the next one...
That left a question – why did she, a copy of the presence, retain her memories even though it never happened before...?
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