There Was Even Possession

Byakuya has been observing for a long time.

She has been hidden in the shadows of the world since the moment Higashino Makoto first knocked on the door.

No one discovered her; her ability allowed her to hide in the cracks of concepts, both here and not here.

She watched Akari threw herself into the arms of that strange man, watched Akari call him Higashino- kun, and watched the joy in Akari's eyes that she had never seen before.

More than a thousand years.

She waited for over a thousand years, waiting for the Akari to remember her, waiting for the Akari to find her, waiting for the Akari to look at her with those eyes.

Now a man who appeared out of nowhere has stolen it all.

Her fingers clenched in the shadows, her nails digging into her palms.

She watched as Higashino Makoto's hand rested on his waist in the Akari, and as Agate stood by, looking bewildered.

Her lips began to twitch, her eyes began to redden, and her thousand-year-old obsession turned into rage.

"Give Akari... give me back the Akari!!"

The voice came from the shadows, hoarse, carrying the madness suppressed for over a thousand years.

Higashino Makoto turned his head.

A girl with long pink hair emerged from the corner. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Agate, but was paler and more ethereal, like a faded painting.

Her eyes were red, just like Agate, but what burned in them was completely different from Agate.

It's an obsession.

It is a distorted obsession, fermented and corrupted by a thousand years of solitude.

The old insect's five hundred years of obsession had already distorted him into something neither human nor ghost; what kind of monstrous form would Byakuya's thousand years of obsession twist into?

Higashino Makoto was somewhat curious.

Byakuya did not look at Higashino Makoto.

She looked into the Akari, and the Akari looked back into her.

Red eyes met pale purple eyes, but the eyes reflected in the Akari held only confusion.

"Who are you?"

Byakuya's body trembled violently.

You don't recognize me?

The man in the Akari frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

Byakuya's memories have been overwritten by Higashino Makoto; all the parts about her have sunk to the deepest recesses, buried beneath new memories.

Byakuya's hands began to tremble.

Then her gaze shifted to Agate. The pink-haired Executioner stood there, her hand on the hilt of her sword, looking somewhat dazed.

She was still thinking about what had just happened, still processing the shock of throwing herself into the arms of a strange man in the Akari.

Her attention was scattered, and her vigilance was at its lowest.

Byakuya moved.

Her body transformed into a white ray of light, shooting straight towards the Agate.

The light shone into Agate's forehead, and Agate's eyes widened suddenly, a strange light flashing in its pupils.

Her body began to tremble, and the short sword in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Agate!"

Akari instinctively wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Higashino Makoto.

He stood still, his golden eyes watching the Agate body tremble and change.

Byakuya's voice came from Agate's mouth, hoarse and distorted, intertwined with Agate's original voice.

"Give me back the Akari!!"

Agate raised her head, her eyes, filled with anger, fixed on Higashino Makoto, then on the Akari.

"I've waited for over a thousand years, over a thousand years, and she's finally here, almost remembering me! What have you done to her?!"

Higashino Makoto looked at her without saying a word.

Byakuya controlled Agate's body as it stepped forward.

No, it should be said that Byakuya completely took over Agate's body.

With each step she took, her aura grew stronger.

The conceptual power of this world began to converge on her, like a river flowing into the sea.

She raised her hand, and a ball of white light condensed in her palm.

"Give her back her memories!"

The light transformed into countless fine white threads, shooting towards Higashino Makoto.

Each thread carries the power of the concept of "white," bleaching everything, defining existence, negating existence, and rewriting existence.

Higashino Makoto did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a red and black magic shield unfolded in front of him.

The silk threads struck the shield, making a hissing sound.

The clash between white and reddish-black is like oil meeting water; they repel each other and are incompatible.

But the Byakuya silk threads are fading because they themselves weaken as they approach Higashino Makoto.

The Authority of the Pride Demon is a form of dimensional reduction in this world, or rather, in most worlds.

It's like hitting an egg with a hammer; the egg breaks, but the hammer doesn't even leave a mark.

Before Byakuya's power even came into contact with Higashino Makoto's magic, the white threads broke one by one, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

Byakuya's eyes widened in surprise.

What exactly are you?

Higashino Makoto did not answer.

He folded his shield and took a step forward.

Byakuya instinctively took a step back. She wanted to control Agate's body to continue the attack, but Agate's legs were trembling.

Higashino Makoto reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

Byakuya didn't dodge, because she knew she couldn't avoid it.

She closed her eyes, and then she opened them again.

It's not that we've given up, it's that we're going all in.

A white light surged from her body, not attacking Higashino Makoto, but spreading in all directions.

Where the light touched, the colors of the world began to fade, like a painting being washed away.

She is creating parallel worlds.

She uses her concept of "white" to define the boundaries of existence, uses the concept of "time" in the Akari to cut the timeline, and uses the body of Agate as an anchor point to fix the coordinates.

A thousand years of planning, a thousand years of preparation, all released in this moment.

Higashino Makoto felt the concept of "time" resonating within him.

The power within the Akari is responding to Byakuya's call.

It's not Conduit Link, but through a deeper bond etched into the soul.

Even if Akari doesn't remember Byakuya, she still remembers her power.

The world has completely lost its color.

Everything turned white.

Pure, dazzling, boundless white.

Then new colors began to appear.

Sky, earth, city, forest.

It's not the original world, but a completely new world woven from concepts by Byakuya.

In this world, there is no Higashino Makoto, no altered memories, only her and Akari.

They were classmates, best friends, and each other meant everything to them.

Higashino Makoto stood still, his golden eyes sweeping over the emerging parallel world.

The ground beneath my feet was solid, the sky above was blue, and the city skyline was clearly visible in the distance.

Everything is real, not an illusion.

It is a real existence defined by concepts.

Byakuya stood before him, and it seemed that Agate's body was completely under her control.

She stood there, breathing rapidly, her body trembling slightly.

The parallel world has been created.