I watched my own death.

Mary was weeping as she clung to my lifeless body.

Emily was sobbing as she held Raphne close.

In their presence, Raphne, shaken by the belief that I would return, shed tears.

And I witnessed it all.

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I knew everyone would be sad about my death, but I hadn’t anticipated such a dreadful atmosphere.

I had only shared the truth with Raphne, knowing she might go berserk when I disappeared.

‘…No, maybe it’s better this way.’

From the perspective of the murderer, seeing Mary and Emily, who appeared unaffected by the death of a friend, would surely raise suspicion.

If that were the case, I would be revived without any clues to gather.

Then another victim would emerge.

Whether that victim would be Mary, Emily, or someone else, only the murderer would know.

It was a painful truth I had to endure.

Thus, I remained in the form of a spirit, observing those mourning my death.

This was how I could quickly clear events using the scroll.

“I have something to say…”

━━I found it.

In the game, if Emily were to die during this event, the murderer would approach the character who mourned her the most and deliver this message:

The Child of Prophecy killed her.

They needed to be found.

‘In the game, I didn’t understand why they were looking for the Child of Prophecy after Emily's death…’

Now that I think about it, it was all part of a ploy to find Raphne.

Using the vengeance of someone consumed by grief from a death.

That way, they could seize the discovered Child of Prophecy.

Whether in previous looping events or this one, the Demon Lord’s minions were disgustingly vile.

One who savored torturing Emily.

One who exploited the sorrow from the death of a loved one.

Fueled by anger and having gleaned this hint, I silently awaited the time to be resurrected.

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