Chapter 79: Much Needed Conversation
Max didn’t want to think too much about his encounter with the Forlorn Mimic, but it was impossible to get that image out of his mind.
His grandmother had died on his eighteenth birthday, making it a little over a year since he’d last seen her.
Finally, he had once again seen her, but he’d had to kill her.
It wasn’t an easy decision, even though he knew everything about it.
[You did pretty good because I honestly expected you to use some tricks to get out of this. But I’m happy you decided to face this head‑on and saw through it.]
There was a long pause before he heard her voice again, this time carrying a hint of happiness.
[I’m proud of you, and I’m sure your Grandma will be, too. From what you said, she seems like the first person who would tell you to kill that illusion.]
’Haha! I can already imagine her doing that,’ Max laughed and leaned back to rest his back against the rock. "She would have scolded me if I hesitated. ’Hesitation is for losers,’ she always used to say that."
Max gave a dry laugh once and closed his eyes. He wanted to settle his emotions once and for all so they wouldn’t hinder him during the coming days of adventures.
Meanwhile, Charlotte had finished making the tent with Stelle’s help.
Camping inside the Labyrinth was one of the many basic things taught to the Ranked Clans and similar organisations, and the two of them were no different.