It was a quick move, one in which I had infused the second technique of the Art of Lust—which, fortunately, I was able to use.
I watched as Elena's head fell off and turned into sand. She was definitely a fake, but the feeling of doing that was disgusting.
'Phew, luckily this won't be something that happens again… right?'
I really can't be sure. The future was truly something that was no longer predictable for me.
Anyway, I had to keep going with this.
"All right, now it's your turn, Aurora."
Now it was Aurora's turn, but as soon as I took a step toward her, she took a step back.
"You, stay away from me!." (Aurora)
"What's wrong with you? Are you scared? Do you realize you're a fake or something?"
"As if I were. It's just that I don't want you—a crazy person who doesn't even bother to listen to explanations—to come near me." (Aurora)
"Hey, everything happened under careful scrutiny. Do you think I'd kill Elena just because I feel like it?"
