Chapter XXI - Purple Moon

After dinner, Serra asked to be alone in her room. The memories of Clairra was like a montage flashing back to her. Although not everything was seen clearly, the feeling was there. Zierux and Clairra was something before she became Clairra.

She also recalled how the priestess saw her from the water within that big clamp at the tower and how Clairra waited for the perfect timing. I was isekaid to another world as someone who already existed. I am not a priestess nor am I Clairra, but just a clone.

"Why would you do this?" Serra whispered under her breath. "I am not powerful like you. I'm just someone who have no idea what of this place."

"Of course you've no idea, you're not the priestess!"

A feminine voice Serra heard so she turned around. Her pupils dilated to see Marmi. It took her only some seconds to frown and realize, no, this isn't her bestfriend in the real world. Marmi would not wear such revealing clothes but this woman was stunning.

"Who are you?" Serra asked.

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