I could only stare in surprise. The original owner of the body, whose ownership had changed due to my transmigration.
The original Lucian Vane.
The one who provided me with this opportunity and memories.
He smiled bitterly.
"You're really strong. Actually... I was watching everything. You acting as me."
"You...!"
"At first, I felt wronged and angry. I wondered what the hell was going on."
The sword lodged in his solar plexus was soaked in blood. Despite this, Lucian didn't stop speaking. In his resolute expression, I could even sense a certain sense of mission.
"But it wasn't bad, you know? Watching you, I even thought you were better than me. After all, you accomplished so much. You proved yourself. It was cool."
With trembling hands, I tried to let go of the sword. Should I pull the sword out first?
No, that's wrong. He could die from excessive bleeding if I did.
Lucian grabbed my hand. He firmly held my hand, which was trying to let go of the sword.
