In the end, all they found in Miss Miller's room was a jar of cheap foundation, and she didn't even have lipstick to make her lips look bright and delicate.
Both are maids like Miss Hera, but the difference in their standard of living is not that big. Clark couldn't help but secretly sympathize with Miss Miller for a moment.
``If it's not here...it seems possible that Miss Miller's memory object is also on her body,'' Clark thought to himself, carefully remembering Miss Miller's appearance. She wasn't wearing any jewelry. , he presumes that the object of his memory is unattractive.
At that thought, Clark's heart jumped again, only to land on his head. He frowned and thought to himself, "If everyone in this world has a memory, does he have one too?"
Maybe he didn't notice it because he was a fan of the authorities.
However, when Clark thought about it, he had already checked his belongings before ing to the castle. The most unusual thing about him was the pocket watch he carried.
Clark patted his chest and hid the watch in his inside coat pocket. Whether it's his memory or not, he better keep it safe.
After leaving Miss Miller's room, Clark began trying to find any trace of Miss Miller, praying in his heart that she was still alive.
In the hallway, Miss Miller left no trace, but the fusion monster was rotated by Butler Valente, and Miss Hela left an obvious trace. Perhaps their bodies changed even more after he left. Abnormal and unusual deformities occurred, resulting in an increase in weight and body size. There are dents in the floor and ceiling of the hallway where people stepped on or bumped into each other, and there are claw marks on the walls.
Fusion monsters have bee even more ferocious and powerful. Miller's situation was dire, and all Clark could do was pray silently for Miller's soul.
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