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"Yes, we're as close as can be, aren't we, Amaya?"

Without hesitation, Ghost Shark also put on a polite smile and looked directly into the other party's indifferent eyes as he answered.

"Yes, no need to rush, keep following the sea breeze, and you will remember..."

The person whom Ghost Shark called Amaya closed his eyes and nodded as soon as he finished speaking, continuing to speak in a calm voice that was somewhat incomprehensible.

—But then, as if realizing something, his tone suddenly shifted, and he abruptly raised his head, widening his eyes to look at Ghost Shark. The change in his expression was immediately apparent.

"...Huh? You remember me!?"

At this moment, Ghost Shark no longer had that "restrained" smile.

With her back to the sun, her face was hidden in the shadow created by the nun's hood.

But her bloodshot eyes shone with a crimson light that reflected her heightened emotions.

Her maniacal smile seemed to stretch from her mouth to her ears. She tilted her head, bent slightly, and stretched her neck to bring her face close to Amaya's, who was inexplicably unable to move.

He whispered in her ear, word by word:

"How could I possibly forget you? My adorable little bird master...?"

[Event] Fool's Tale: Chapter Seventeen, Sea Head Four, but there are only three

The ghost shark's terrifying smile became Amaya's last memory before she lost consciousness.

It floated like a nightmare in her hazy mind afterward.

"Ta-da~ ta-da~ ta-da-da-da-da~ ta-da-da~"

"Hmm, this is a classic, but the rhythm feels a bit too intense? Also, there's something wrong with the record player's stylus; it's not playing much of the original sound."

What woke her again was a string of slightly off-key music, and a sound so familiar to her that it made her open her eyes abruptly in a cold sweat.

In the dimly lit space, Amaya found herself seemingly bound and suspended.

In the dimly lit environment, she was slowly regaining her vision, and the figure of something fiddling with something by the wall in the distance was not yet clearly visible.

—Oh, it seems I've been captured alive?

The thought that arose in Amaya's mind was neither the anger of being hung from the rafters like a butcher, nor the confusion of why she was there.

At this moment, she was more confused about other things.

Why does the ghost shark—Lauren Tina, the deep-sea hunter who should have forgotten everything, still remember herself?

Amaya understood that the other person would eventually remember everything from the past, but she never felt that now was the time.

The hunters' dormant memories should only resurface when they get closer to their homeland.

When did she return to the sea?

Even the scent of the ocean on her body had become incredibly faint. How did she remember all of this?

Before she could sort out all the confusion in her mind, Amaya's vision gradually adjusted to the current environment, and then she could see the figure in front of her.

That was Ghost Shark in front of a broken record player, picking tracks from a pile of vinyl records.

Ghost Shark also noticed Amaya's awakening, and turned around to greet her warmly as she was being hung up.

"Hmm? You're awake? Good morning, my lovely little bird."

Amaya responded to her enthusiasm with a cold gaze and silence.

She no longer showed the panic she had when she first encountered the ghost shark; in fact, she was inwardly questioning why she still harbored that timid feeling.

"Alright, now that you're awake, you can start preparing your emotions for your final screams, just like your bastard companions."

Ghost Shark, with an expectant look, clasped his hands together beside his face, tilted his head, and looked at the cold Amaya with a smile.

Her expression was as joyful and pure as that of an ordinary young girl happily discussing going out for fun and shopping with her best friend.

"Oh, and please make sure you scream louder and more intensely, that would make me very happy and excited."

At this point, Ghost Shark's eyes even flashed with a hint of bloodlust, and his smiling face flushed slightly.

"You...remember everything? Why? Although the experiment wasn't successful, it at least affected your brain, causing you to fluctuate between a state of confusion and the constant revival of hazy memories..."

"Instead of your current 'crazy normal state'."

Ghost Shark’s behavior was abnormal, but Amaya knew very well that was her “normal appearance”, the appearance of the deep-sea hunter named Laurentina when they first met.

Beneath her innocent and carefree words and actions lies a bloodthirsty and murderous personality; beneath her polite demeanor lies a troublesome and eccentric nature. She possesses both the seriousness expected of a mature woman and the capriciousness of a child.

However, the Deep Sea Church had no interest in the "individual nature" of these bastards who had touched great beings or even fought against them.

Their interest in Ghost Shark stemmed solely from her appearance on church grounds in a weakened state.

They surrounded her, defeated her, and captured her alive; a perfect experimental subject fell into the hands of the church.

The connection between Amaya and the ghost shark began from this point.

"Experiments? Oh right, that's right, those experiments you planned and led. Why would I forget them? Or rather, how could I possibly forget them?"

"It's a pity that my strong drug resistance and regeneration ability meant that even if you injected me with Originium concentrate that could pollute an entire city, it would only affect my brain nerves."

"What if I obtain an even more powerful body after that?"

The ghost shark came to Amaya's side and gently "questioned" her in the ear.

"So powerful that these things went from causing me amnesia to only giving me migraines, and then to being able to be eliminated from my body as waste through 'daily sweating exercise'?"

"That's absurd. The Originium Concentrate was injected into your spinal cord... it's already become an inseparable part of your body and brainstem. This ridiculous explanation is no different from madness."

Even while suspended, Amaya calmly refuted everything Ghost Shark said.

"If a devout nun lies, it is a sin against God~ so I would never lie~"

Ghost Shark replied in a flippant tone, showing no anger whatsoever.

"Ridiculous! You have no God or faith in your heart. Your equally ridiculous nun's habit is nothing more than a result of neurological trauma during the experiment that caused your memory confusion, making you think you are a nun of the church. Did you wear this to appear in front of me earlier just to make me mistakenly believe that you are still mentally challenged?"

Mockery, contempt, disdain—these were emotions that Amaya believed she would never experience again.

She once believed that she was different from other bishops of the Deep Sea Church, having reached a point where she could resonate with them more deeply—both physically and spiritually.

Everything is for the sake of the herd, everything is for survival. Useless humanity, whether it is the ugly original sin or the so-called virtue, will only produce all kinds of evil results in the end. Only a herd that does not need emotions and humanity is the most ideal racial structure.

Amaya, who believed so strongly and thought she had put it into practice, still revealed a more human-like nature in front of the Specter Shark, who brought her all sorts of unpleasantness and surprises.

"You're half right. I don't actually have a god, and I don't think that beast you worship deserves to be called a god."

The next instant, Ghost Shark stepped forward and abruptly covered Amaya's mouth as she was about to refute his blasphemous words, making a "shh" gesture while continuing to speak.

"As for the half that I answered incorrectly... let me tell you, I wore the nun's habit because after I regained my memories, I thought the clothes were really pretty, so I didn't plan to change them. And the so-called 'to lie to you' is just you overthinking it. I had no idea that my cute little bird was hiding in Granfalo."

Ghost Shark's other hand began to stroke down Amaya's delicate collarbone, caressing her skin with his fingertips. Then, completely ignoring the mouth struggling to make a sound under his other hand and the body constantly thrashing about, he slowly slid down to her neckline and gently grabbed it.

"Because I know that if you're here, I won't come and play with you with the others. They're really looking forward to spending time alone with you, aren't they?"

As the words fell, the sound of tearing fabric accompanied Specter's hands sliding down, and the gorgeous clothes were reduced to shreds scattered on the ground. The darkness in the room rushed in, providing a meager cover, while Specter looked with satisfaction at his body that was no longer covered.

Immediately afterwards, Skadi and Gretia emerged from another corner of the room.

With his powerful physique and disdainful gaze, one look is enough to tell that he is a strong member of the deep-sea hunters!

"Minghen! Help me!"

But even as Amaya called out to her creations—her fellow ferocious fish—in her heart, she soon discovered that they did not respond.

A very small number of Netherworld Marks twitched symbolically underground for a moment before falling silent again.

In the far sea, a sea creature resembling a four-legged tadpole emerged from the water. It leaped onto a reef, gazed at Granfalo in the distance, and then sank back into the ocean depths.

"Amaya?" (Without concern)

Stay tuned for the next installment, the ultimate insult.

[Event] Fool's Tale: Chapter Eighteen - Look Behind You

Her body's curves and contours were clearly visible, but apart from her fair skin, Amaya's chest, waist, and thighs were covered with a layer of light blue scales.

But the ear feathers characteristic of the Liberians suggest that these things shouldn't be on her skin.

"Little bird, you're covered in signs of being transformed by the sea!"

Ghost Shark looked at Amaya, who was hanging in front of him, with amusement. He caressed her body with his hands, which were covered by a thin black veil, without any restraint, and completely ignored her struggles and kicks.

Frankly speaking, compared to other deep-sea bishops or even ordinary members, Amaya's power is far too weak. She is completely unable to even make any changes to her body, grow attack organs, or become a giant monster like Quintus.

Seeing such "humanized" struggles on her clearly marine-like body really aroused Ghost Shark's playful interest even more.

"Haha, don't be so formal, little bird. Weren't we much closer before?"

Ghost Shark cradled Amaya's face, continuing to dominate her vision with his upturned lips and crimson eyes.

“You roughly stripped me of my clothes, plunged a sharp weapon into my body, then injected filthy fluids, and finally drove me mad—ah, just thinking about everything you did to me…”

As he spoke, Ghost Shark abruptly withdrew his hands, hugged them tightly to his chest, and pressed his nails against his own shoulders as if to tear his clothes and pierce his flesh. His upper body tilted as if he was about to fall, while his lower body pressed his thighs together as if he was enduring it out of shyness. A maniacal smile continued to appear on his face, and his body trembled uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted by excitement.

"I just... I just can't help wanting to tear you to pieces alive..."

"My lovely caged bird, you won't die so easily, will you? Right? Right?"

Sincere praise and repeated questioning only resulted in silence and terrified stares.

Unable to command the Netherworld, unable to contact his comrades, and unskilled in combat, he fell into the hands of the Deep Sea Hunters.

Is it because my connection with the larger group is not strong enough?

Or did the large group encounter some unknown situation and become unable to contact them?

Or perhaps... I've been abandoned by the crowd?

Amaya's terror did not stem from the unknown events that were about to happen to her, but from what had already happened.

"Ha, little bird, you're so rude! This is a secret time for girls, why are you looking so lost in thought? Are you thinking about those ugly monsters?"

"But it's okay, you'll soon have nothing but me on your mind—you'll suffer because of me, and hate me."

At this moment, Goredia placed her hand on Specter's shoulder and, with a slight hesitation, gave him a word of advice:

“I don’t object to you inflicting additional… violence on her because of personal grudges.”