Dalet

"Zafkiel —— Dalet."
As Kurumi muttered, the Roman numeral [IV] engraved on the clock, slowly oozed out something resembling a shadow——in an instant, it was
absorbed into the muzzle of the handgun in Kurumi's hand.
Shidou narrowed his eyes at this sight.
He had noticed, that the instant the shadow flowed out from the clock, the clock hands in Kurumi's left eye was moving clockwise at an alarming speed.
However this question, was quickly driven out of his head.
"Wh......"
Mana's surprised voice entered Shidou's ears. It was impossible to determine Mana's expressions from this position, but it should be similar to the expression that Shidou is having right now.
Kurumi placed the muzzle of the handgun in her left hand under her chin.
"What do you plan to——"
Mana was in the middle of her words, Kurumi gave a faint smile, pressing the trigger without hesitation.
Don! Such a sound echoed in the surroundings, Kurumi's head gave a jolt.
No matter how you look at it, this scene can't be anything else but that of suicide.
However. In that instant Shidou and Mana, immediately corrected their way of thinking.
"Haa......?"
It feels as though he had made a stupid expression on his face.
However if one were to witness this scene, anyone would probably do the same thing.
That's because, in that instant when Kurumi shot herself, Kurumi's right hand which had fallen to the ground, floated in the air as though it was a rewinding of a movie reel——flying towards Kurumi.
And then once the right hand made contact with Kurumi's right arm, it beautifully joined, recovered as though nothing had happened. Even the long glove on her arm was perfectly restored.
"Ufufu, what a good kid, Zafkiel."
"......It's the first time I've seen this trick, that. No wonder, it's a wonderful healing ability you have there."
Mana unhappily stated, Kurumi snickered as she shook her head.
"Kihihi, hihi, that's incorrect. I've merely•rewound•my•time."