Vishy ran back to the first-floor living room before stopping, his breathing turning shallow and quick, his face flushing, his heart pounding wildly.
Ash's words echoed in his mind, and Vishy spat, "Trying to drag me, the Phantom Prophet, down with you? Dream on!"
He took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself, emptying every pink-tinted thought from his mind and turning back into the normal Demon Maid.
He turned his head and saw the can of milk coffee on the cabinet. He casually picked it up, intending to throw it into the trash can, but when he shook it, he felt there seemed to be about a tenth left inside.
Just then, Vishy remembered one small thing.
Back in the basement, Ash had touched the dark-blue mark directly with his finger, yet he had not triggered Love Parting. That meant love existed in his heart. But at the time, Vishy had not yet told him it was a necromantic mark, and Ash had not thought it represented Harvey's necromantic mark either. So the love in his heart did not come from a vanished friend, but from...
A few Seconds later, Vishy threw the milk coffee, not a drop left, into the trash can, then crouched down beside the trash can himself, hugging his head, his face filled with panicked disbelief at life.
What stupid thing was I doing just now...
I'm the Phantom Prophet...
How could I do something like that...
After reflecting in front of the trash can for quite a while, Vishy wiped his lips with the back of his hand and walked into the bathroom in a daze. Outside the bathroom was the dry area for laundry and changing clothes; the clothes changed out of after bathing could be tossed straight into the washing machine.
Vishy