[Walter Ignis' POV]
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"So, you are leaving for your hometown with your father, huh?" asked the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes blue as she looked at me with a soft gaze, her lips soft pink and small as she smiled at me with care. Her blonde hair that reached a bit below her waist that expressed her foreign origin. She played with it a little as she wore the doctor's apron.
"Yes… Miss Alissa," I answered as I looked at her mesmerized. She was as sweet as possible, helping me in any way she could.
'How come someone as pure as her turned into that vicious lady?' I gave a dry chuckle as I compared the Miss Alissa of the last timeline. The difference was between heaven and earth.. It was as if I were looking at a totally different person in front of me.
Perhaps the apocalypse made her like that… I guess it was a good thing she didn't remember her past life.' I sighed, relaxed a little as I turned to my sister, who was on the hospital bed right now.
