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A dagger the the size of a finger was drawn out from Aisphany's sleeve.

It was one of the few weapons she hid on her, therefore it was meticulously crafted and very sharp.

Especially the narrow blade body, it was as reflective as a mirror and it allowed her to take a clear look behind her without turning around.

However, when she finally got a look at what was going behind her, she was dumbstruck.

Grayish golden hair, shallow blue eyes, and those familiar features…

It was her! But not entirely her because the face she saw had aged a lot and would probably be a version of her a couple of decades in the future.

Under Aisphany's gaze, "she" was still aging by the second.

Gradually, the grayish golden hair lost its luster, the shallow blue eyes turned turbid and teeth fell out one after another. The awe-inspiring face of "hers" even wrinkled badly like a crushed citrus skin.

"No!"