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“–Phew.”
Looks like I’d been able to safely return to the current world.
The door wouldn’t open on its own either, so I had to shove on it fairly hard.
Was this—the same Postman as the one that I had seen inside Nemesis’ mind?
As for the voice…The Postman in there never spoke a word, so I couldn’t compare
them. It just sounded to me like a girl using a deep voice, but of course I
couldn’t be sure of anything.
“To put them chronologically…There was Shakuson, Tony Ausdin, Gallerian Marlon,
Nikolay Tolle, Bruno Zero, and Kayo Sudou—that’s all six.”
“Oh, wonderful! I knew you could.”
Postman clapped.
All I felt was…relief at having been able to finally end this farce.
“So then, would you like me to explain the details on each one?”
“Before that…I’d like to hear your impressions. What you think now that you’ve been
able to observe Nemesis’ life.”
“…To put it all in brief—I think she was a weak person with no independence.”
“She led her life always being led along by someone. It is because she herself
recognized this that she always directed her ‘anger’ outwardly. ‘I’m not to blame,
it’s someone else’, and so on.”
Though ultimately there wasn’t any great difference between them. Anger, self-
loathing, revenge, atonement—all of it was just a difference between where you
directed your aggression.
I heaved a sigh.
“But then, well…All of this–is little more than a discussion of what went on inside
her delusions.”
“Delusions?” Postman pulled a curious expression. “What are you saying was a
delusion?”
“All of it. Nemesis’ life that I saw. I still tried to analyze her psychology as a
humble scientist, but…ultimately I was completely unable to experience her true
life with this ‘Swap’. All of it was codswallop, from start to finish.”
“Magic, demons—Are you trying to tell me that a fantasy with such things featuring
in it is based in reality? What I saw was little more than a story that Nemesis
concocted in her own head.”
“You might not believe in it, but maybe these things do really exist.”
“Huh? Then there’s also the Evillious region—Are you saying that these countries
like Elphegort and Levianta are real? I’ve never heard these names before.
Elphegort is modeled off of Germany, and Levianta off of Russia, right? Whatever
the case, this is a world that only exists inside her mind. There is no weapon
called ‘Punishment’, and the world hasn’t yet been destroyed!”
All of it was a delusion, and delusions—were common in people who had psychological
abnormalities.
I had figured that out right from the beginning.
If I hadn’t been menaced into it, I would have suspended the “Swap” immediately.
“Come now, let’s put a stop to this foolish nonsense. I’m sure that it’s true
Nemesis killed six people at least. Based on your reaction the names were accurate
as well. But as for the process by which she did so…I can’t imagine that what I’ve
seen here is the truth.”
“Hah…I see.”
“I do apologize that I wasn’t able to provide the answers you were seeking.”
“You…are mistaken. The Evillious region truly does exist. No…I suppose it’d be more
accurate to say it did exist. Everything’s been destroyed by ‘Punishment’.”
Postman took off his hat and revealed his true face to me.
“…Not really. I guess you’re fairly good looking but you’re not really my type.”
“And still it’s…not working. You and I met once, a long time ago.”
“—Allen Avadonia. That is my name. …Though my true name is Alexiel. I was once a
servant who worked in a royal palace, and you were a sorceress.”
“It’s the opposite. It’s all just the opposite. Nemesis’ life that you saw is the
reality, and this laboratory—this world itself is a delusion that you created!”
Allen approached the Black Box and started to fiddle about with an exterior panel.
“Irregular System”?
What is that?
I had no idea that—the Black Box had such a system in it.
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–Just like what had been done to me by that illusion of Kayo in Nemesis’ memories.
“Please…stop…”
“I’m sorry, Elluka. But now this is the only way I can put an end to the ‘Endless
Destruction of the World’.”
Elluka?