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Emilia:  Emilia did not understand if the experience of being invited to her past ought to be called a dream. Dreamlike might have been appropriate to describe sinking into the familiar forest in the innermost part of her memories and stepping into it with her own feet. Surrounded by tall trees, she felt the tranquil breeze and the warm soil beneath her soles as she breathed in deeply. This place, inside the Trial, was not the snowy landscape dotted by white-laden trees that loomed large in her memories. This place had not yet reached that point. That said, it was undoubtedly on the path that would arrive at the snowy landscape Emilia so deeply regretted.
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Echidna:  "—My, there has been a flood of guests of late." Without a word, Emilia turned her gaze toward the person who had abruptly spoken so glibly. Deep in the forest reproduced from Emilia’s memories, which was filled with the green scenery just as she remembered, one figure decidedly not from her past stood askew in the shadow of a tree. Leaning upon the trunk, the white-haired woman casually studied Emilia. There, clad in black clothing and bearing a face beautiful enough to bewitch any onlooker, stood Echidna, the Witch of Greed. When Emilia noticed the Witch’s gaze, the latter smiled charmingly at her, slowly stepping out of the tree’s shade and walking over. "Truly, a flood of guests. Both guests who ought to be welcomed—and guests who surely were not invited." As she walked over, Echidna turned a casual voice and a frigid gaze toward Emilia. This was no sarcasm; they were pure, unadulterated feelings of disgust and scorn.
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Echidna:  "It’s quite something for you to crawl back here after putting on such a shameful display. Even I am shocked at your audacity and refusal to quit." Her frigid black eyes both resembled those of the one closest to Emilia, and yet did not. This malice was directed not toward half-elves, but toward Emilia personally. —It was raw hostility.
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Echidna:  "No matter how dejected and teary you are, you get to curry favor with a man who’ll console you and forgive you. You defile my personal world over and over. Selfish in the extreme—you are a loose woman, shameless and immoral. —What do you have to say about that, Witch’s daughter?" The sheer ferocity of her words would have torn the old Emilia’s heart apart, utterly smashing it to pieces. Without mercy, without hesitation, the Witch hurled insults to whittle down Emilia’s spirit. It was not the only reason she’d been broken by the Trial before, but her challenge began there. The Witch neither wanted Emilia to challenge the Trial, nor to overcome it. The Witch did not expect Emilia to overcome the Trial whatsoever. —Ahh, I see. Here, I have to do that thing Subaru told me to. Now she understood. It really was exactly like Subaru had told her.