Looking at the profile of Black Rose, the girl in the gothic dress parted her lips slightly and uttered a name in a low voice.
"...Lu?"
Witch Black Rose cocked her head to the side, giving her a sidelong glance, silent.
"It really is you..."
The girl on the cross opened her eyes slightly wider and stared at her without moving, her consciousness hazily murmuring.
Black Rose nodded slightly, her eyes hidden beneath the strands of her dark hair.
"It's me. Hadn't you failed to recognize me earlier? I am, after all, the witch you hate the most, the one you find utterly repulsive," she said sarcastically, "But of course... After all, in your eyes, I have been dead for half a year. If you didn't forget about me, how could you start a new life, play and be merry with new friends?"
The girl in the gothic dress gazed at Black Rose's profile and slightly bowed her head, tears welling in her eyes.
