SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

“Ana, what are you…?” I was flustered, to say the least.

For one, why was Ana being so aggressive towards me? I only asked the question I did because of our mission, and also because we still had enemies who wanted to bury us.

If I didn’t make those inquiries and it turned out the enemy could actually obtain two more Arcanas, it would have made our problems increase.

Besides, having two more of the world-defying cards was something that would only help our cause, not hurt it.

So why…? Why was Ana upset?

I stared into her eyes—so filled with hot tears and bitter rage. This probably had less to do about me and more to do with her grieving. Unfortunately, she completely dragged me into it by the statement she uttered next.

“I utterly despise you, Lewis Griffith!”

The contents of her words were just as shocking to me as the fact that she openly addressed me as my past self.

In a combination of panic and surprise, I looked around me to see Lemi’s expression remaining almost the same. If anything, she too was glaring at me.

‘Lemi knows too?! Does everyone know, then?’ Fortunately, other than Neron and Serah, everyone still seemed ignorant.

They showed surprise, but it wasn’t as though Ana was currently a credible source. It wasn’t too late for me to change their minds.

‘But doing so would paint Ana as a liar to others, and it would also paint me as a liar to Lemi and Ana. Damnit!’

I returned my gaze to Ana’s glare. She was gritting her teeth at this point—almost as though she would rip me apart if I let go of her hand.

“Why are you doing this, Ana?” I sighed, letting go of her hand.

My voice was calm, and I expected some degree of sanity between us. Surely, we could both reason together like friends—or perhaps even just humans.

… At least, that was what I hoped.

>WHAP!