"Oh my god!
Those are my nails!"
The woman instinctively yelped,
So familiar... couldn't be more familiar!
Those were definitely her own nails!
Why the hell were they on a monster's hands!
Suddenly,
She realized something:
"Your... your voice!"
Why did this voice always sound so damn familiar?
It was her own voice!
"Finally! You get it!"
The newborn retainer let out a tired sigh—what a pain in the ass.
This woman wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Hold on,
That ain't right!
You're Diliya,
Then who the hell am I?"
The woman shook her head like crazy. How did she get sucked into this mess?
Who would know better than herself whether she was herself?
"The first thing I do every morning
Is hold my nails up to sunlight to soak up that shine.
The last thing I do before bed
Is hold my nails up to moonlight to keep that luster.
I..."
At this point, the woman didn't give a damn.
She couldn't let this monster jack her identity.
