Once Upon the Mistaken Identification

"Huh, what do you mean!?" For three times now, the question returned. Necromancer didn't shy away from being shocked now that I branded her as Snow White's literary mother. Wide eyes, wild mind running amok from the inside─and heartbeat fretting at light speed.

An eyebrow was raised in the rush of skepticism.

Alongside a prism in the road happening to capture the likeness of the other, a crystal shard emerged between accused and accuser. Effective for the chain snapping from both the sharpness and force. Freed from unjustified arrest, I could only imagine her falling behind as a consequence.

I only heard her voice.

One damned monolith of a crystal shard blocked the view─which regards unprecedented weariness in terms of unachieved narration. Who knows how she fell exactly, it'd be Shirase. I don't share perspectives with him that it's irritable. If there were no underlying consequences, I would pay to the point the stock market collapses only to assume his viewpoint.