I thought she was dead.
Before then, I had spent months waiting—hoping for even the littlest signs of her existence—to no avail.
Those were one of the most miserable moments of my life. I caused pain, not only to myself, but also to Emilia and my comrades.
They couldn't understand my obsessive fixations, but they couldn't bear it either.
Eventually, for their sakes and mine, I had to let go… and accept Karlia's fate.
It had been years since I had accepted her death. So, why?!
"Did you really think I died? Hahaha, you know nothing!"
The Succubus was laughing at me like everything was perfectly normal.
It would have been easier to believe if I was hallucinating or having a dream, but neither seemed to be the case.
Everything I was seeing and experiencing was real.
"H-how did you… they didn't kill you…?"
"When you say it like that, it almost sounds like you wish I was dead!"
"N-no, t-that's not… I just—"
"I'm just messing with you. No need to be so tense. Hahaha!"
