Cole Granger?
That name Angel had always refused to think back on had once again been placed before her, and in such a despairing way.
Then who was I, Angel Granger? And who was Angel Gray in my memories?
Chaos filled her mind. Angel could not help looking at Adam before her. The man in white robes, his face always bearing a smile, still waited quietly, as though giving her time to "accept everything."
But how could I possibly accept this... Angel shifted her gaze to the Crimson Moon, which was gradually becoming clearer in the sky. Nearly full, it was just as it had been on the day she had "arrived" in this world, casting its gauzy crimson light over the sea and beach, passing through Psychological Invisibility and falling upon the two of them.
Ever since that night half a year ago, when she had awakened in the basement where "Cole Granger" had died and seen the moonlight outside the window, she had regarded this world as "another world" and herself as "a visitor from another world." Based on Angel Gray's memories, she had created the new identity of "Angel Granger," separating herself from the murderer who had died after consuming the Witch Potion.
But now, this man before her, very likely a High Sequence Beyonder of the Spectator pathway, had personally told her that all of this was His "Imagination"?
She had merely forgotten her past memories and mistaken herself for someone else.
Then what meaning did everything I did have? I was still that murderer with blood on my hands and sins all over me. I had even deceived myself into believing I had escaped the past and become someone who upheld Justice, casually talking about "helping him atone for his sins."
Before she knew it,