Chapter 19.1 - Warning, Collar(1)
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It seems that it was only in a moment that he was unconscious.
Geezelote’s vision returned from the darkness.
It seems like I’m about to fall. I heard a man’s voice in the midst of hallucinations.
“No matter how much the attack is over, could you suddenly break the defense? You’re too careless. Well, the result is a good one. Don’t look down on me! I’ll try to do that.”
Worry? He who didn’t allow such waste, often says it. This is the end of all the magic. Even if he knew the attack would continue, he could not prevent it.
But before Gizelote ventured his anger, he could not help worrying about the current form of paroxysm.
I hit the back of my head hard. I can see the ceiling.
But my body fell forward…
Despite being confused by conflicting feelings, he tries to sit up because he thinks visual information is his back. But the hand that tried to lie on the floor cut through the air, and his chest was blocked by the floor and his hips floated.
I have no choice but to get up thinking of lying down. A headless body appeared in the view on all fours.
(What is, this…)
Common-sense thinking is suppressed as much as possible, and the conjecture is attempted based only on facts that can be grasped.
The answer I got was very simple.
The neckless body in front of you is mine.
“What the heck is this!’
But it’s far from being understood.
Why do you still live when your head and body are separated? Why do you not have a head and body when you can breathe and move?
“I physically cut off my head and body. But the sections are connected to each other through magic and space, so they’re not dead.”
It was strange that he meant to explain it, and it hurt me.
“I don’t know…I don’t know that magic….”
“Well, think that’s the case, and that’s it. I’d like to talk to you, but I think it’s rude of you to keep rolling.”
Giselotte has a bad feeling as if he had been ridiculed and shows her hatred.
But it is also humiliating to remain like this.
She tried hard to move her body;
(Oh, this… right, not that one. Yes, I’m frustrated!)
When you’re facing your body, it moves the other way around. At last, she got the knack, reached out to her head, but stuck her fingers in the nostrils. What a mess!
I managed to lift my head to make it look the same as my body. She tried to put her head carefully upon her neck.
“What?!”