Nights Study.
Rem: Zero Volume 5, Chapter: 54! Tion_Official.
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Rem-POV
Now… If I was a scary assassin, what would I do…
It has gone to be someone who's skilled at fighting…
Could it be Elsa?
…
Nonono.
Elsa from what I still remember cuts off bellies. I don't think she would execute someone via any other body part… But bringing up Elsa now… She works for someone, and that someone hates Miss Emilia.
She's a candidate for the throne, and there's of course bound to be some people who hate someone, so what do they do to prevent someone from having a chance to have or get placed in something? Kill them of course!
But… Elsa is out of the list, she doesn't cut anything except her victim's stomach for a kill, but I'm sure I wasn't cut in the stomach.
…
*Rem holds her neck.-
But, after all the deaths… I think my neck having phantom pain is a clue… I was first cut in the neck when I was in the capital, next, my neck broke because of a fall, and the third time it's starting to feel pain again, like seriously, what's with this world's obsession with my neck hurting or snapping?
Are you trying to tell Rem something world? If so, Rem will listen. She's very desperate for information right now… If only I could know anything without having to face the consequences of my after death…
...
To be honest, after death feels like more of a curse rather than an ability, everytime I die, it freaks me out, and It's not very good for me… I shouldn't really lose my mind over something I shouldn't be afraid of…
But yet… I'm still distant over it…
…
*Rem looks at her phone and it's midnight on earth.-…
Rem should really change the time… but my checkpoint isn't saving at all…
So what's the point of it…
POV end.
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[It doesn't correlate…
It doesn't add up to everything!
Why does Rem have to do this murder mystery…
Finding out who made me sick and killed me…
I didn't expect my life to be this way…]
*Knock knock knock.
Rem looks to the door as she answers them to come in with a gentle voice and she continues to write and cover the things she's writing with the studies.
Ram opens the door and she's holding a tea set. She closes the door once she enters, and she walks to Rem.
[Ram] You seem to be taking your studies seriously, miss.
[Rem] T-thank you. I'm really making progress thanks to you.
…
[Ram] Here's your tea, miss.
[Rem] Ah! Uhm, thank you. You're surprisingly doing so much for a guest. Is that how you treat guests here all the time whenever there are new people around?
[Ram] There are some people Ram can consider guests. But for you? Ram sees you as a freeloader trying to get free stuff as much as you can possibly get.
[Rem] That was kind of harsh, but makes sense if I think about it as well… T-thank you for the tea.
She just bows as she takes the empty tray as she leaves.
…
[Rem] Wait hold on a minute! I-If you want to be nice, it's alright! I'm not bitter!
Ram takes a glance at Rem before she gets out of her room and closes the door.
Rem just sighs as she drinks the tea, and puts it down on the table as she continues to write.
…
[Rem] Strangely. The tea here is still the same. Bad…
…
It's midnight.
Rem is staying up late, looking through her phone.
She's desperate.
She's nervous, and afraid…
It's still not yet the time where the assailant arrives, but trying to prevent something unpredictable is very frustrating for Rem.
She can't gather much evidence.
All she heard was something being dragged and a large black smoke.
It could be magic, but then again. Weapons exist here, so smoke bombs must be a possibility.
Rem would like to know more, but the fear of going through death is what Rem fears the most.
Death is no longer an obstacle for Rem.
But the way to reach death is excruciating...
…
Rem puts her things down on the table as she walks away from her desk and looks at a mirror.
She sees herself.
A mess of a girl.
Worse than before.
What has gone into Rem?
Her eyes tell fear. Rem can tell, because it is her own that's showing it.
She bites her lips as she looks away from the mirror with shaking clenched fists.
[This is really absurd… W-why does Rem have to be here… If it wasn't for her… She should've been out of this place probably living a better life… Not dying here…]
She looks to herself and she sees her light horn showing up, and her lips are starting to bleed from the part she's biting hard.
[Rem] Well, there's no going back now… Rem chose this and she has to take responsibility. Otherwise, I would betray my mother's dying wish…and my promise back at the capital.
Rem's light horn disappears as her light wings pop up and her shoulders start to go cold.
She holds both as she rubs them.
[I swear to my mother's belief… I will not bend…until the end. Even if it takes me 100 times. I will try not to give up… That's my promise…]
Rem's light wings disappeared as her light horn came back, and the wings disappearing made her shoulders warm again.
…
[What was that all about? I can summon my horn, but my wings show at random and somehow my wings are more useful than my single horn…
I should also theorize on why I'm a demon and maybe an angel?
I'm pretty sure I'm human last time I checked. But who knows…]
…
Rem looks at her hands and she's holding her weapon. Her very deadly flail.
She takes a close look at it and inspect it as closely as she can.
[This is my signature weapon. The one I was given. I should probably name this something else rather than my weapon…
Hm… How about… Oh! I got it! This is my… Flail…]
She looks outside a window. Seeing the stars glimmer and the last time she checked the phone time, it's already morning on earth.
…
[My Flail Morning Star. … Yeah. That's a good name for a weapon. Wow I never thought Rem could be this creative, or maybe she's overestimating herself too much… Oh well.]
Rem brushed her non existing horn away as her weapon went away as well.
She simply walks back to her desk and continues her studies and especially her investigation.
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