Sirius's question made Sylvia turn her head as well, looking at the two girls beside her.
In this situation, Rem was the one who stepped forward first.
"Rem is neither that person's wife nor that person's lover."
Rem gripped the handle of her meteor hammer tightly, staring intently at Sirius as she made this declaration in a voice filled with powerful resolve.
"But everything Rem has has already been devoted to that person. As for these feelings, this devotion, Rem can swear that they are absolutely no less than those of someone called a wife."
This was Rem's heartfelt cry.
Surely, even Sylvia could not refute the feelings contained within it?
In fact, Sylvia could only smile helplessly, her gaze upon Rem exceptionally gentle.
That was both acknowledgment and approval.
Unexpectedly, Sirius approved of those feelings as well.
"A desire to devote oneself to a man is undoubtedly something called love. Whether it is loyalty or affection, this love alone is something that must be acknowledged. Not to mention the love of us women, which has always been pure, straightforward, and reckless. Becoming angry, hating, and holding grudges for love are all perfectly natural things!"
As though singing praises of those feelings, Sirius muttered to herself and nodded repeatedly.
Only then did her gaze fall upon Emilia.
"And what about you? You hateful Half-demon!"
Sirius's voice, filled with loathing and hatred, pierced Emilia's body like a blade.
"My husband died, and you bear responsibility too. You do, you do! If you had obediently accepted my husband's trial, then if you succeeded, you could have become the Witch's vessel, and if you failed, you could have just died. In the end, it was all because you did not understand, would not cooperate, and would not obey that my husband died. And