Enemies, Please Line Up

Luther used Deep Hypnosis once more, attempting to search the depths of Sophia's mind for memories, but he still failed. In the end, he could only helplessly stop trying, resume the interrupted procedure, seal away Sophia's memories of the ship, and send her back to an island belonging to Feysac.

"Come out!"

After sending Sophia away, he shouted fiercely at the empty air.

M's beautiful figure promptly appeared, still wearing that gentle, mysterious smile.

"You..."

Smack!

Luther's hand moved like lightning. Before she could speak, he viciously seized her by the throat and gradually tightened his grip, making her bones creak as if they could snap at any moment.

"What is going on?!"

he demanded coldly.

According to Sophia, Ivanova Einhorn, a member of the Feysac Royal Family, actually looked exactly like that damned Ms. M! This was absolutely no coincidence. It meant there was some sort of connection between them, especially since Sophia's related memories had been blurred, further proving the influence of the Spectator pathway behind it all!

Damn it, damn it!

Why was that shit-for-brains madman still haunting him? Why did he still exist somewhere in this world?!

The fury in Luther's chest fiercely scorched his heart, and his hand tightened further until—

Crack.

M's neck bent completely, her head lolling to one side.

Her dazzling red hair brushed past Luther's arm, carrying a warm fragrance as it cascaded down smoothly like a red waterfall.

"I don't know anything either."

With her head hanging at that unnatural angle, she spoke beautifully and eerily. "Don't forget, I'm merely a personality you split off from yourself. I'm not..."

Why do I feel like you're lying?!

Luther gave her no chance to spout nonsense. Clear, pure radiance flickered in his eyes.

Boom!

Golden light shot forth, scorching her delicate, fair