Arthur gazed at Lissop's corpse.
The Lord had died with his eyes wide open, his face locked in an angry glare.
Anyone who saw his corpse would have felt his fury and unwillingness to accept his fate.
Although Arthur had never intended to let the Lord live, he had not expected his death to be so perfectly timed, so... dramatic?
Looking at the scene before him, Arthur considered it for a moment before settling on that description.
Then the young Medium turned his gaze to Young Lissop.
Young Lissop was not in a good state-
"Did I kill Father?
Did I kill my father again?
Why did I say again?
Young Lissop killed him, not me!
Then who am I?
It was fake. Everything just now was fake!
It was real. Everything just now was real!
How could I possibly not know the difference?
I can't tell! Aaaaaah!"
Young Lissop clutched his head and howled madly.
Being shattered once was not frightening.
Being shattered over and over was.
Having fled from reality, he had thought he could finally take control of everything, only to face another breakdown.
This time, he could neither escape nor evade it.
Death had fixed its gaze firmly on him.
Or rather...
He had chosen death.
And just like that, he vanished.
He believed everything was false, and that falsehood allowed him to make his own choice.
But Young Lissop did not die.
The other "he" remained.
"He" firmly believed that his loving father would never abandon him.
And indeed, that was the case.
After another glance at the brand-new "one gold coin" Contract on the ground, the young Medium rested his palm on "his" head once more.
Even through the glove, "he" could feel its warmth.
And that voice brought tears to "his" eyes-
"No