Emily Has Changed
Emily has changed.
Ms. Claire, I've completed the draft for the individual notice plan regarding the new Savior support policy.
I placed the documents on your desk. I'm still working on the layout draft.
...Excuse me?
Why do you sound so surprised?
You completed the whole draft? I only asked you to put together a list of the eligible Saviors.
I had a bit of free time during work, so I worked on it when I could.
...Okay, then.
Ms. Scarlet.
Oh, Emily. What's up?
I've acquired the fabrics you requested last time.
I picked out materials that are bold, shimmering, and commanding—according to your specifications.
Mm! Well done!
That's how fabric should be.
Last time, everything you brought was just dark and dreary.
But this time, you remembered perfectly and got it exactly—Wait, hold on.
Is something the matter?
Wait a minute. I asked you for that... over a week ago!
C-Claaaaire! Something's wrong with Emily!
...?
Ms. Bell Rhys, regarding the gravestone maintenance supplies you mentioned earlier.
I've added them to the purchasing list and included them in the procurement paperwork.
Oh, perfect timing. That's exactly what I needed right now.
...Wait, you actually remembered? I have to admit, I wasn't expecting that.
What's going on with her...?
Captain.
You mentioned that your training sword's hilt was damaged, correct?
I retrieved it this morning and sent it to the repair team.
Oh, thanks.
Ah, Ms. Claire.
Regarding the support supplies we might need during training...
I reviewed the old disposal records, prepared a revised requisition list, and submitted it for approval.
I've also finalized the list of materials to be issued next week, along with the related purchase documentation.
...Understood.
Hmm...
Hmm...
It does seem...
...Weird, right?
Something's definitely off.
To be fair, there were moments like this when it seemed like her memory issues had improved.
But it never lasted more than a few hours before she slipped back to her usual self.
This time... feels different.
I think I know why, thought I can't say for certain.
Emily, could you come with me for a moment?
Yes, Ms. Claire.
Do you recall experiencing anything... strange recently?
Strange...?
For example, did you ever feel like your memory had improved?
That my memory... improved?
...Oh.
Oh...?
There must have been a trigger. Something that restored your memory.
Emily... your eyes look a little strange.
My memory...? Since when?
Uh... Erm...
The more Emily tried to retrace her memories, the more unfocused her eyes became.
Something was definitely wrong with her.
Hmm... Huh...? Nnngh...
I'm sorry.
I can't remember when it started.
Since I'm unable to remember anything, may I request permission to lock myself in the cleaning cabinet to reflect on myself—
Emily! Snap out of it!
...to ask whether I may be allowed to inquire as to whether such permission could be granted so that...
She's crashing out!
This is even worse than before!
Hmm... I thought so.
Thought so about what?!
Her memory clearly improves after she participates in major combat missions...
But she doesn't seem to be aware of it herself.
And for the reason she's crashing out...?
Perhaps trying to dig up memories she wasn't fully aware of ended up overwhelming her.
...I'll need to speak with her Commander about it.
Until then...
We'll have no choice but to wait and see if she recovers.
...whether you would be able to provide a clear answer regarding whether I may ask...
That's enough...!
Emily was back to her usual self later that night.
Needless to say, she didn't recall what had happened.