Blue eyes in the mirror every morning.
It slipped through the siege of the knights and came through me.
The contents of the black hood are supposed to belong to a man. Did I take it off? But you can't be wrong about that mischief. I don't know why.
"--I see... Gladys. Gladys Langley. It's your fault. Shortly after work, I couldn't hide my mind."
The woman with the same face as me murmured indifferently with the same voice as me. Totally faceless.
That makes sense. I thought I'd met him.
The woman in front of me certainly met.
--In my previous life, just before I died.
"Grace... did you take Grace Langley's body from her dead mother...?
Determine with a plundered voice, not ask. My words were scratched by the surroundings.
The inhabitants of the other world appear in this world by making material flesh.
Instead of constituting a new body, he turned Grace's body, which had disappeared from his soul, into his own.
Even if you can't predict, if you look at it with your own eyes, you can identify it.
This woman is definitely Grace, my birth mother. And in that body, there is another will and soul.
The culprit was not necessarily a collaborator of the Japanese reincarnated person.
This is the inhabitant of the other world - the invader!
Still, what do you mean?
Am I mistaken? The possession of a living human being is absorbed and disappears, but a corpse can be freed into its own flesh?
No, but if that were possible, the world would already be full of them.
I mean, it's quite an irregular existence that made it impossible.
Grace, the woman is in trouble until after my mother dies!
She died when she was certainly sixteen. Same age as I am now.
I've been told that it looks just like Grace. Sure, it looks like you're looking in the mirror.
Unlike the hysterical grace I saw once in my previous life, I have no emotions in my eyes. It looks like a blue glass ball.
There will be no trace of Grace's soul or personality, and the tendency for costumes will lead to artifacts left in the costume room. The shoes I'm wearing now also appear to be the 10cm heel most of the artifact.
Are the memories and preferences engraved in your brain still there? It has a little impact. In other words, he has inherited the knowledge of this country and human society.
Then I am convinced that I can behave naturally and mistakenly towards humans in this world. Like me when Zachariah's memory awakened.
The black spiritual body that came from the other world was reborn as a new being, wrapped in human flesh in this world.
This is perhaps the first complete humanoid monster in the world to be confirmed.
Because you don't have to hide it anymore. The monster with Grace's body overflowed his whole body with intense black vibes.
Obviously, it is far more miserable and vicious than the huge Cerberus feeling from the back of the forest.
I recognize this sight.
Same as Yuka. However, the consciousness is not the owner of the body, but of the monster who took it. And the way you use your power is so powerful, so free and sophisticated that you can't compare it to Yuka.
"Don't be fooled! It's a monster!!
I called on the confused knights. Seems like a human being, but it's me, and it doesn't change what needs to be done.
Among the knights confused by looking at the same face, only Rufus reacted instantly to my words.
Without hesitation, Grace's body was mutilated with a sword to become a monster. From your shoulders to your hips, straighten out and shift.
Uhiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!
Something hurts like I'm cut!!
Rather, Rufus, you didn't hesitate to knock that human thing out!? You must love me! Blindly loyal to my instructions, I'm afraid to the contrary!!
Chiaran will support your reflectively stiff body.
From the severed cutting surface, air erupted in place of fresh blood, which connected, and the body returned to its original position, as the magnets pulled together. It's as if nothing happened.
Only the lower part of the diagonally rounded dress fell to the belt of the parsley and waist, proving that it was indeed cut.
I don't see a single scar on my exposed white upper body.
What the hell, Konoyaro?
You look just like me, even in style. No, I'd rather... no, no, I'm doing it.
Anyway, maybe that body will recover to its best state! It's not the line of a child's mother. Something to regret.
But it's supposed to be beautiful, but it's made like a doll, and I don't feel like it's colorful.
Surrounded by knights, they are ready to fight. Even if she looks like a girl, she's a real monster. It's also an unusual level.
What (...) was the former Grace, gently bowed and looked at the surrounding enemies without expression.
The knights cut the weir and launched a furious attack on the monster in front of them with a splendid collaboration.
Weapon, shock wave and magic prevented all of its attacks, and Grace barricaded them without suffering.
Attack alone would surpass his father, Lord Avalon, and not even Rufus's impulse would shake.
"--I can't... this is..."
Unexpectedly murmuring. I can't think of a way to deal with him right now.
Although Grace did not train properly, it seems that the magician's talent was genius. It is also a higher-level compatible version of Tilda.
Even the impression I saw in my previous life was preceded by an arrogant personality, but in retrospect, an incredible scale of talent was hidden.
What happens when a powerful level of black melancholy spiritual body fuses into that body?
Here's the answer.
It combines the power of human magic with the power of powerful monsters. --It's like the magician's version of the artificial Tristan, for example.
The difference is whether it was completed over hundreds of years, raising purity over time, or whether the two were suddenly multiplied by each other to reach this degree of completion in as long as only 16 years.
Even if you don't have the skills of swordsmanship and body arts as a knight, you probably have the strength and reflex speed at Tristan level. And as for magic, both monsters and humans use it at high levels. Or it's fused together.
It's a clean, never-ending bucket.
I don't know how to defeat this - I'm glad Chiaran supported me.
In the meantime, the more distracted you are, the more difficult your future is.