"Don't move... You... aren't Kallen!"
Watching Kallen's actions, Otto showed no expression at all. He merely raised Tianhuo in his hand and aimed it at Sixth Night.
"Is that so? You can shoot..."
"Let's gamble... on whether I really am Kallen!"
Sixth Night paused, looked at the Golden Gun in Otto's hand, and revealed a smile that was incredibly, incredibly familiar from Otto's memories before continuing toward him.
"..."
Watching the "Kallen" before him ignore his warning, watching Sixth Night's smile, Otto still could not bring himself to pull the trigger even when she had reached him.
Such an Otto undoubtedly did not fit his usual persona, but... that depended on the situation. The Otto facing "Kallen" was completely different from his usual self.
Otto's reason told him that the Kallen before him was fake.
But... every movement Sixth Night made was exactly like the Kallen in his memories. In the end, he could not make up his mind, because the person before him was Kallen.
When Kallen arrived before Otto, her blue eyes fixed on him.
Slap!
After looking at Lord Otto for several seconds, Sixth Night's gaze suddenly turned cold. Before Otto could react, she reached out and slapped him.
"This is for all the people you caused to die."
Seeing Otto's expression change drastically, Sixth Night calmly spoke in the tone Kallen used when she was angry.
Listening to Sixth Night's voice and seeing that... disappointed tone of hers, Otto recalled the first time Kallen had slapped him.
In 1466, Francis—the father Kallen admired, loved, cared about, and respected most—died in battle. At the time, Kallen had felt as if the sky itself had collapsed, and she was devastated.
When Otto saw how heartbroken Kallen was, he felt terrible. Back then, Otto had even thought... no matter