Can You Do It?

"Ha ha—" The voice that rang out in her mind sounded sharp and grating. "She fooled you again, didn't she?"

Shut up.

But the voice did not stop.

[You look so pathetic when you cry,] it echoed through her mind with a mocking laugh. The laughter was sharp and piercing, like fine needles stabbing into her most vulnerable places. [You said you would take her away, but in the end—]

The voice paused.

[You accomplished nothing~]

Shut up.

[Think carefully,] the voice suddenly softened, as though reminding her of something. [What else can you do? For example... that thing Phantom—Mio Takamiya—stuffed into you.]

"That ball of light."

The vacant, dimmed eyes of Huanyue trembled slightly, regaining a trace of clarity.

[Looks like you've figured it out,] the voice said with satisfaction.

[Don't doubt it. The fact that you haven't recovered your memories is precisely the First Spirit's doing. If you really undergo Inversion—heh heh, this world might just be destroyed.]

Silence.

[You understand far too little about what you possess and control. You don't look powerful at all. Even now, are you still going to keep relying on other people?]

She shook her head.

[If you keep indulging yourself now, all the effort others put into you will have been completely wasted.] There was a trace of undisguised contempt in the voice.

[To put it more aptly—trash.]

[Qian Huanyue is nothing but trash right now.]

Qian Huanyue desperately ignored the stabbing grief in her chest, clenched her teeth, and stared coldly at the ground where Rinne had vanished.

[I like that look in your eyes right now,] the voice suddenly seemed very close, as if pressed against her ear. [Now, let everyone see what you can do... heh heh.]

Before it had even finished speaking—

The voice was abruptly cut