Yes, Delia. I knew you’d react like this. In countless regressions, you always behaved this way.

Scared and crying, first throwing a tantrum, claiming innocence.

That’s why I knew you couldn’t face me directly this time.

“I just told you, Delia. Don’t you trust your only friend? Oh… right. We weren’t friends since you betrayed me, right?”

“Cr-crazy. You, you what. You……”

“I am. Repharentia.”

“She’s, she’s dead! You, you are!”

“Then, if I tell you what we talked about the night before the wedding, will you believe me?”

I intentionally stayed in the shadows, not getting too close to Delia.

Right now, she wasn’t looking at me because she was too scared, but if she did, she might notice something odd, like that I was really the living Repharentia, not a ghost.

“Yes. I remember. Delia… You said to me, ‘You’re going to die anyway.'”

“That, that…”

“Yes, you said you’d be happy with Detor even in my share. I’ve been watching you even after death, and you seemed really happy, Delia.”

“Aaaah! What are you, really? Who are you?”

She seemed to recall that conversation, as Delia was shockingly startled, covering her ears and tightly closing her eyes as if that could block out my voice.

“Delia. Do you know what it feels like to die? You always start over and forget everything… Dying is truly, no matter how many times, so horrific.”

“Who, who are you! Who are you! Repharentia is dead. She’s dead!!”

“Right. I know. I am dead.”

I gave a self-mocking smile and stepped into the bright moonlight.

“Look at this. When I fell off the cliff that day, I left my shoes behind and I’m still barefoot. No one sent me shoes.”

“Aaaahh!! Go away, go away! Sob. Go away! Disappear!”

With nowhere left to flee, Delia collapsed and sat down, covering her ears with her palms and crying.

“Delia, why did you do it? I was your friend.”

“I didn’t, I didn’t kill you! It wasn’t me!”

“I trusted you… but you always betrayed me.”

“This is, this is a dream. This is a dream…!”
“You could have chosen not to betray me just once. Then, maybe this painful day wouldn’t have to repeat.”

“Wake up! I have to wake up! This is a dream! It’s just a dream!”

Delia screamed and pinched her forearm hard.

I just watched her quietly.

I knew she wouldn’t give a reason or apologize.

You were always like that. In every changing situation, the only constant was your shameless attitude.

“Delia. Are you truly happy after killing me and making Detor your man?”

Foolish Delia.

That man was nothing more than a cheater.

What did you think you’d gain?

Foolish Delia.

“Yes!!”

Delia, covering her ears with both palms, yelled back.

“I proved I’m better than you!! Detor chose me, not you!”

Delia’s face, smeared with tears, was pitifully blooming with laughter.

“Tormenting me even in death! Repharentia! Even after death!”

“……I thought you’d regret it when I died, Delia.”

I shook my head with genuine sadness.

“Me? Ha! Why! What! Why should I regret anything! Why!!”

“You betrayed me and were exposed for your ugliness, driven all the way here. Yet you still talk like that? This place has none of the laughter, festivals, or flowers you so loved.”

“Shut up!”

“Haha! Did you really think Detor would love you forever? Foolish Delia.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up! If you’re dead, just disappear gracefully! Please! Leave my life!”

“You dragged me into your life, Delia. Why play the victim?”

“Uh, no. I don’t want this….”

“It hurt more for me. Have you ever fallen off a cliff, Delia? It hurts as if your whole body is being torn apart… Ah, I think my leg is broken. Look at this.”

I intentionally made the sound of dragging my leg, causing Delia to scream in horror and close her eyes even tighter.

“Aaaahh! No! Go away! Please go! Leave!”

I took a deep breath and turned away from Delia, who was still covering her ears and mumbling, ‘I have to wake up from this dream.’

Now that I’ve scared her, she’ll probably always think the dead Repharentia is watching her.

“Delia. Don’t be too happy. I might want to kill you.”

“Uh, this is a dream, I have to wake up, wake up!”

“Don’t forget I’m always watching you. I’ll be waiting in hell, Delia.”

I quietly opened the door and left the brewery. I then took the pill to change my eye color before returning to my room.

The next morning, Delia was found by an employee who came to work at the brewery.

According to rumors, she hadn’t slept all night, crying with her ears covered. When the employee approached her, she begged to be taken back to the capital, claiming there was a ghost in the place, before collapsing.