They’re also being completely incoherent, saying that thing is me...
“Don’t tell me you know what that thing is. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“It’s my second time,” Patrick said.
“Me too,” Eleanora chimed in.
It seemed that the two had indeed lost their minds. It’s over. The world is going to end. I had no choice but to accept my fate, and I wanted to at least be on the same page as the two people I loved. Though their conversation was nonsensical and empty, I joined in.
“That couldn’t be an Ultimate Celestial Suppression Weapon, could—”
“It’s you.”
“It’s you, Yumiella.”
Me? I’m right here though. Also, I’m not half a person like... Oh. That thing only has a left side. Are they accusing me just because I’m missing half of myself?
“I’m not the only one who’s missing a half!”
“You definitely are.”
Maybe it’s a monster that was born like that. I searched for a rebuttal, desperate to not accept it, and Patrick continued.
“Just accept it. You’re the only one who has that much magical energy. Plus it appeared right above us, and it only has a left half... It makes too much sense to be a coincidence.”
I guess that’s true...? It’s hard to believe, but if Patrick says so, maybe it’s true... My left side that I’d been searching for had come back on her own. Things were all settled now. Yumiella gets to return to her original form. Happily ever after!
“So...hypothetically speaking, if that is my left side, do you think I could talk to her?”
“I think she’ll evaporate the whole planet if we leave her as is.”
I knew it. That’s an Ultimate Celestial Suppression Weapon.
Even if that was my other half, if I couldn’t communicate with her, she was no different from an ultimate weapon. It would be nice if I had some kind of distinct weakness, but as everyone knew, I was invincible and the strongest being.
This should’ve still been a crisis situation, but ever since he realized that thing was me, Patrick seemed calm.
“What are we going to do if we can’t talk to it?”
“Leave it to me. It’s my second time taking it down.”
“What did you do last time?”
“There’s a surefire way to win in this situation...! ‘Yumiella is the strongest! Yumiella is the strongest!’”
Sir Patrick?! What do I do? Patrick just broke. The more normal and calm someone was on a regular basis, the more terrifying it was when they started behaving strangely. I was completely horrified by Patrick’s mysterious actions.
I looked to Eleanora for help. Though she was surprised by Patrick’s voice, she immediately realized something and joined in on his chanting.
“Yumiella is the strongest! She’s the strongest in the world!”
“Yumiella is the strongest!” Patrick continued to chant. “Yumiella is the strongest!”
Eleanora’s broken too?! What are you two doing? Why are you screaming something that’s an obvious fact?
I thought maybe this could actually be a way to win, but that thing in the sky wasn’t changing at all. Soon after, their strange chanting ended.
“There aren’t any changes. Last time this calmed it down.”
“The cause has to be something related to strength of levels, so this method should be correct,” Eleanora pointed out.
Though they had supposedly lost their minds, they both seemed to be on the same page. Was that chanting some form of harmonization? Are Patrick and Eleanora so in sync that they can have conversations that I don’t understand a single lick of?
“My fiancé and my best friend are— Urgh, my brain is going to break.”
“I think we should explain what’s going on to Yumiella,” Eleanora suggested.
“Let’s do that,” Patrick said, agreeing.
They couldn’t just stand there and watch, so they explained the situation to me, and I was able to avoid my brain breaking.
Apparently, the last time this had happened was because I was teased for being weak. After the teasing, I turned into a similar form to that thing in the sky, and my memories of it had disappeared when I’d transformed back. That was why they had tried to resolve the issue this time by yelling that I was the strongest.
“I know how I seem, but would I really turn into that just from being called weak?”
“You would, which is why we have a problem.”
“I see... That means that someone teased my left side, who was in the Kingdom of Twilight, about being weak, right?”
“I think that’s what happened. Troublemakers exist everywhere,” Patrick said, his irritation uncharacteristically apparent on his face.
He’s right. What a troublemaker. Who would say that to my left side? Left Yumiella may be a small fry that would lose to Right Yumiella, aka me, but there are some things you just shouldn’t— Oh!
I’d forgotten all about it because of all the chaos of this sudden occurrence—I’d forgotten about what I was doing right before it had appeared. I looked inside the black notebook that was still in my hands.
“Please tell her this: ‘The left side is a small fry that’d lose to the right side.’”
This might be the cause. Am I the troublemaker?
I froze, and Patrick mistook it for shock.
“Don’t feel too bad about it. The person who caused this is responsible too.”
“Um, about that...”
“Even if she only has half herself, whoever told Yumiella that she’s weak is definitely at fault!” Eleanora said.
“I’m sorry. I’m the one who caused this.”
I couldn’t hide the truth when they were trying so hard to take my side. I showed them the notebook and explained that my left side had lost control because of my—the right side’s—teasing. I braced myself and was prepared to be yelled at, but Patrick reacted in the complete opposite way.
“I see! That’s why there was no effect when we said Yumiella is the strongest.”
“I get it too!” Eleanora exclaimed. “It’s not Yumiella’s strength that’s important—it’s which side is the strongest!”
“You noticed that too, Lady Eleanora?! Now we’ll be able to use the surefire method!”
My understanding was left behind just like before, but it seemed their method was going to work. I caused an issue, and Patrick was going to clean it up... Things were going to be resolved in the usual manner.
Now confident that they would win, Patrick and Eleanora raised their voices once more.
“Yumiella’s left side is stronger!”
“Yumiella’s left side is the strongest!”
As the right side, I didn’t believe in their “surefire method,” but it had visible results. The black wings floating in the air swayed slightly. My left side hadn’t reacted to anything before and was finally responding to something.
I can’t believe this is all it takes to calm my left side down. What a simpleton. I wouldn’t be affected by someone just stating whether I was strong or weak.