12 O’Clock Marionette

Chapter 47



The sounds of shattering, breaking, and screaming filled the air, mingling with a sense of foreboding.

I stared at the locked door in front of me.

"…It’s a dream."

Originally, it took several days for things to reach this chaotic state.

Yet here, it ended too quickly, unnaturally so.

Heavy footsteps approached. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Then came the sharp, grating sound of metal hinges creaking open.

The library door swung wide, casting a long, ominous shadow across the floor.

I slowly lifted my gaze.

Standing there—

Was my mother.

Her entire body was drenched in blood, yet she was smiling.

"Now, it’s just you. You’re the last disciple."

Her twisted love was reflected in her eyes.

No—perhaps it wasn’t love at all. More like an obsession with God.

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She crumbled into dust.

I stepped out of the library, scanning my surroundings.

There was no one in sight.

Lowering my gaze, I looked at my hands again.

This time, they were the hands of an adult.

"It’s about time I wake up."

I clenched my fist and shook my head.

Or maybe—there was still something I needed to do in this dream.

I hesitated, then decided to search for something to pass the time.

"Maybe I should look for 〈Fate〉."

Stopping before a mountain of books, I began digging through them.

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