Chapter 223: A Wooden Pocket Watch. (3)

Epherene opened her eyes and looked around.

“…”

Snow was falling thick over Reccordak as usual. She was laid out on the sofa in Knight Julie’s office.

“…Oh.”

Amid her despair, Epherene, hoping that it was only a dream, stood.

“…Are you awake?”

Delric was grinning at the table nearby. But, Epherene didn’t even have the strength to answer.

“Epherene, what happened?”

“…”

She clenched her teeth, her lower lip trembling like she was holding back tears. Delric spoke.

“It’s not very convincing to pretend to not be exhausted with that swollen face.”

“…It’s not swollen.”

“I heard you ate all the steamed potatoes by yourself?”

“…”

Epherene laid down on the sofa again. Looking up at the ceiling, she thought about what would happen next. Now, the Altar would ambush them. They would be dispersed, and with everyone dying, she would come back only after running away. It would repeat endlessly. There was no hope; less than a quarter of a day remained.

“Ah right. If you return, will it go back to the beginning of March?”

“…I have to go back to February, not March, to stop everything.”

February. When Deculein was around…

Munch—

Delric took a bite of something.

Nom nom— nom nom—

The sound bothered her. Epherene’s head slowly tilted up.

“…What’s that?”

“Sandwich.”

“Why does it smell like meat?”

“Because there’s meat in it.”

“…”

Epherene stood nimbly and moved to sit beside Delric.