For a moment, I completely forgot about the dead ogre lying nearby—the smell of blood, the metallic tang in the air, the faint warmth of battle still clinging to my skin.
All I could think was—
Who is she?
There was something familiar about her.
But as I let my gaze drop slightly and really took her in, I quietly shook my head.
No… she doesn't look like her.
At first glance, the resemblance was uncanny.
The same crimson hair that shimmered like firelight.
Those sharp, feline eyes that seemed to pierce right through you.
But on closer inspection—no. There were differences. Subtle, but clear.
They're not the same.
How should I even put it? That heroine—the one she reminded me of—had been… let's say, noticeably more gifted in certain areas.
You know what I mean.
This woman, though—she carried herself differently. Her presence wasn't as overwhelming, but there was something grounded, almost fragile about it.
"Excuse me."
