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  - You're not Itzayana -

  TRIINGGG...

  A transparent blue system window lit up in the dark; black room. Itzayana stared at it (in existing words). It wasn't a real working system window, that was just Itzayana's perspective on what happened to her; "back for Zorian."

  ??:: [Do you want to be "Itzayana" again!? 1 chance missed!]

  "Huh!? Are you kidding me!!?." Itzayana responds coldly to the absurd offer.

  ??:: [Of course not!^^]

  ????:: [Your beloved Zorian is waiting for you to return. You will always be together, even if you die. You will still be together again! Hihi]

  Ha--...!!?.

  [After a hours realize]

  Her eyes still widened.

  'Don't you think it's tiring!? Pretending like this!!?. I don't care about what happens next, I just want to set this straight!!'

  Silly, strange, and absurd are the perfect words to describe the current situation!.

  Itzayana turned to the side of the bed, her voice low, almost like a whisper... "Zori. The partner you hoped would come back to life is here as Itzayana."

  The same goes for you... For a moment, Itzayana stared and observed Zorian's calm face. Itzayana looked away, muttering, "Are you having a nice dream?"

  "Zzz..." There was no reply from Zorian, who had already fallen into the realm of dreams.

  ---

  [Parts of another world of memories wandered inside Zorian's mind... His body still looked like he was sleeping, his eyes still closed. However, his memory was not, as it was replaying old events.]

  [Everything he felt, consciously or unconsciously, was all processed in the dream.]

  Clang... The sound of the sword falling from his grasp echoed throughout the throne room.

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  Zorian stood in front of Itzayana's lifeless body. His body, exhausted from physical combat, was now numb, and he couldn't utter a single word. Magical flowers scattered around the place where Itzayana's body sat.

  Half of his soul was gone... His voice trembled weakly, "I... tzayana..."

  "I failed to protect you."

  His heavy head landed on Itzayana's lap. His entire body lost its soul temporarily (fainted). Zorian's body (in the original plot) didn't move at all, his body was completely helpless... All that remained of him was the desire to burn the entire world to ashes. To die burned in the flames of misery.

  ---

  [Another part of his memory comes back]

  "Zayana." Zorian opened the door to the room, his eyes immediately fixed sharply on a figure that was unfamiliar yet familiar...

  "Huh!?. Who are you!?"

  D*mn it, who are you!?.

  Itziar Ramona, Itzayana's twin, enthusiastically stood up from the edge of the bed and walked towards Zorian. Her body was still completely and neatly covered by her wedding dress with luxurious accessories.

  Her gray eyes sparkled, "Your Highness~!"

  Half of Zorian face turned black, "..."

  D*mn it. Do you think you can fool me!?. "Where is Itzayana!?" he said firmly. Zorian's facial expression now transitioned to one that was no longer friendly enough for small talk.

  "I'm asking as your enemy, not as your partner. Because that's the truth."

  "You. Are. Not. Itzayana! And, I. Am. Not. Stupid." Zorian stepped forward slowly, his gaze no longer that of a human to a human, but that of a wild animal ready to pounce on its prey with all its pent-up rage.

  Itziar took a step back, her legs trembling. The fear of becoming the prey of a wild animal gnawed at her body..

  "Ahh--!!" The back of her body fell to the floor, Itziar clutching the neck that Zorian had previously choked. Her teeth clenched, her lower lip trembled, feeling threatened.

  The sharp, piercing, burning gaze was still fixed on her. Cornering and intimidating her opponent.

  Zorian swung his hand, his nails extending sharply.

  Itziar, cornered, opened her eyes slightly. Curious yet afraid. The swing landed on the wedding dress Itziar was wearing.

  Immediately, the firm, large grip choked her mercilessly, "P-please... Forgive me---"

  "Admit it or die!?."

  Zorian tightened his grip. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he tried to understand something he couldn't grasp.

  It wasn't surprising that she was different. If she really was Itzayana, then she should be smarter.

  Itzayana had been rolling around on the bed, too lazy to move. And!? The dress she (Itziar) was wearing was suddenly still smooth, clean, her head accessories were still intact, and it wasn't a new dress that was wrinkled!.

  Are you kidding me? Itzayana didn't even have a change of clothes!.

  This person's scent was still fresh too! Was this the scent of someone who had been rolling around on the bed all this time?. Or at least, I could smell the scent of perfume from her bed sheets, but this is not it at all!!.

  "Aa--... I was just following my father's orders!!. I don't know where Itzayana is hidden!!." Itziar swallowed her saliva, cold sweat pouring down her body, "R-really!!. Let me go!"

  Pfft... Zorian chuckled maliciously, "Let you go!? No way. Dream on!."

  'Itzayana may be lazy in her movements, but her brain is really interesting.'

  Laughter echoed loudly throughout the room. "Aha. Haha..."

  'Insane!!' Blood dripped from Itziar's chin, blood from her lower lip that she had bitten hard.

  Since when did Zorian become sane!!?.

  Lucky for her, she was Zorian's partner. Her life might not be long.

  "What a pity~." Zorian sneered.

  "A-aa---..." CRACKK... The sound of breaking bones rang out. The silicone supported by the bones finally softened.

  With a blank expression, Zorian released his grip from the already fractured neck. He dropped the extremely pale face onto the floor. Itziar's body was lifeless, and Zorian would burn down the entire main palace so that when the real Itzayana was found, she (Itzayana) wouldn't be in the same place; starting a new chapter with the real one.