"A whip? Is Shard very fierce?"
Hearing Luviya's words, the still-dazed Emilia felt a small flicker of doubt in her heart. She began to imagine the gentle young man who had helped her dispel the "ghostly afterimage" last Sunday night and took her home to rest. Returning to the bedroom together with the blonde writer and the violet-eyed diviner, he took out a whip and had them all together...
"Ah!"
Excessive shyness finally shattered the thin mist shrouding her memory, turning the false memory into a phantom, as the real memory floated to the surface. Emilia remembered!
The two outside, of course, were not going to leave like that. As Luviya again refused to step out, Mr. and Mrs. Goodman somberly stepped forward towards the steps. Luviya, however, didn't retreat; she instead struck the ground fiercely with the black long staff in her hand.
