"I... I already knew how."
Tears streaked Fu Qing's face. The matter-of-fact certainty in her voice surprised the owner of the voice behind her. She seemed utterly convinced that she could use magic from the long-vanished Falas Empire.
The air was oppressively still, as though frozen solid, broken only by the occasional soft sob.
The "person" behind her said nothing, and Fu Qing did not dare take the initiative to ask. She could only wait.
Every second that passed seemed exceptionally long.
How she wished someone would notice what was happening here and seize the person threatening her.
Yet from beginning to end, no one came, as if this place had become a deserted land.
After a long while, the voice finally sounded again.
But the question was completely different from before.
"Who told you that you were Dancer? Or, to put it another way, who made you aware that you were Dancer?"
Fu Qing froze at once. Confusion and bewilderment appeared on her face, and her gaze turned somewhat strange.
Her lips moved soundlessly, but she simply could not answer the question. It was like being asked, "Why is your father your father?"
The voice seemed to sigh.
A chilling aura swirled through the air. Fu Qing's eyes rolled back, and she cleanly fainted.
Not long afterward, perhaps a few minutes later, footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by conversation.
"Your Name... do you think a story like that could really exist in this world?"
"Have you watched yourself silly? How could that be possible? It's only a story."
"If—if I mean, if."
"Mm... it probably could exist. After all, the world is so vast..."
The two girls chatted as they entered the restroom. After rounding the corner, they stared blankly at the sight before them for a moment, then