Was this also a dream?

Eugene just stared at Sienna with a blank gaze.

Her figure brought up so many memories. This was the Sienna that Eugene — no, Hamel remembered from three hundred years ago. She looked like the portrait left in her mansion in Aroth, like the statue in Merdein Square, and like the Sienna he had seen in the scene from the past that the Holy Sword had shown him.

They were all she: Sienna Merdein. From her waves of purple hair to her big green eyes, everything was just like the Sienna that Hamel remembered.

“Just how long are you going to keep crying?” Sienna asked with a snicker as she got up from her seat on the ground. “I never knew that you could be such a crybaby, Hamel. I never once got the chance to see you cry in the past.”

“...,” Eugene was still speechless.

“Well, three hundred years have passed since then… But no, it wasn’t really three hundred years for you, was it? You probably weren’t even able to feel all that time passing. Though I don’t know what it was like, since I’ve never been reincarnated myself. Well, that’s not really all that important. I’m actually pretty happy to be able to see this new side of you,” Sienna confessed with a smile and a shrug. “Anyways. Are you just going to keep crying like that? Back when you flipped me off, you weren’t crying like you are now—”

“What is with you?” Eugene spat out as he purposefully twisted his face into a scowl.

Why were these damned tears flowing out of their own accord? These stupid fucking tear ducts, he had no intention of crying, but why did they just keep leaking tears?

Covering up his embarrassment, Eugene cursed, “Fuck, just what the hell is going on with you? What did you think you were doing, huh? Just what kind of plot am I in now? What am I doing here, and what are you doing here, and just what the hell happened to you — no, what the hell happened to everyone?!”

His words weren’t coming out properly. The inside of his head and his emotions were all messed up. Even so, Eugene marched on over toward Sienna.

“Just what in the world is going on with Anise?” Eugene demanded. “How the fuck did Anise become an angel, and what’s with her having eight wings? And Molon. What about Molon? What is that bastard up to?”

Sienna sighed. “Hamel.”

“...And Vermouth. That bastard… just what is he up to? What exactly happened in my grave? Then there’s me,” Eugene paused for breath. “Why was I reincarnated, and then left in the dark? You fuckers, why couldn’t at least one of you give me a proper explanation?”

“Hamel,” Sienna repeated.

Eugene didn’t react even as he heard his name being called. His tears had stopped, but his heart felt so frustrated that he somehow felt that it might be better for him to just bow his head and burst into wailing instead. His heightened emotions still hadn’t fully subsided and the inside of his head was still spinning.

Panting for breath, Eugene looked closely at the figure in front of him. Sienna was right in front of his nose. However, he couldn’t feel any sense of presence coming from her. She was clearly standing...