"This level of breathlessness is even more extreme than that of a servant..."
The silver woman kept standing and looked at Ophelia without saying a word.
——Maybe it wasn’t looking at Ophelia.
"What do you want to say?"
Ophelia did not let go of her vigilance because the other party did not move.
"Do you say—what you want to say is the same as Saber?"
"Say I...a hopeless woman or something?"
“—————————”
The silver female's mouth was opened.
But Ophelia heard no sound.
The other party's mouth looks like he doesn't want to speak any language.
“…I can’t hear.”
Ophelia shook her head.
"May I have your name?"
"When will I hear you?"
She tried to get close to the other person - perhaps it was a sincere idea or something.
"My name...you should know it too."
I know...
The silver woman just shut her mouth.
Then, in an trance of Ophelia, she disappeared from the spot.
"well?"
"well......"
The sight disappeared.
It seems that it has never existed.
Putting down his raised hand, Ophelia only felt a... strange feeling emerge from her heart.
Strange, extremely sensation...
It's not like losing anything.
But it's simple, as if a little lost.
...Who is she?
The terrible ignorance once again completely enveloped Ophelia.
Chapter completed!