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Elfnein replied worriedly.

Raye's consciousness was far too vast and far too unusual. Its information density was countless times greater than that of an ordinary person, and they had no way of anticipating everything within this Consciousness Space.

"Mm, understood."

At this point, they could only take things one step at a time.

[Furthermore, based on our analysis of the memory scenes seen here, we have roughly deduced what happened... happened... happened...]

Elfnein seemed to want to say something more, but her voice suddenly became extremely, extremely slow, as though time itself had been stretched infinitely long.

Click, creak—

Before Hibiki Tachibana could make sense of what was happening, the harsh creak of a wooden door opening drew her attention.

P.S. Good evening.

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As the wooden door creaked open, a tall blonde, blue-eyed woman wearing a nurse's cap and a Red Cross armband entered. She immediately walked to the bedside where Raye lay.

"％?%?##&** () ) ? "

As the question was asked, confusion and concern arose from her. Yet her words could not reach Raye's heart. The language barrier meant that what Hibiki Tachibana saw was also indecipherable gibberish.

Where am I? Who is she? What does she want? What happened while I was unconscious? She looks foreign, with blonde hair. Is this another country? Was that English just now? What did she say?

Hibiki Tachibana focused her gaze and noticed a long, unbroken stream of questions rising from Raye.

On the surface, Raye instinctively raised both hands before herself, adopting a guarded stance against the woman's approach.

"...&&%??* () **%."

Raye's reaction troubled the woman. Seemingly unsure how to approach her, she said a few tentative words, then stepped back several paces to show that she posed no threat and wanted