Little Bubble felt wronged now—extremely wronged.
Before, it had constantly dreamed of escaping that guy's clutches, but now that its wish had finally come true, it discovered just how deep the world's malice toward it ran.
...It had nearly frozen to death in this godforsaken place.
That low temperature was merely cold to Players like Night Owl and the others, but for an existence like it, cold of that degree had nearly taken its life.
Or rather, the Extreme Cold permeating every corner of this place was especially effective against Anomalies like them.
Its mistress, Number Three, had vanished without explanation, leaving it abandoned here like a wandering ghost. If it had not luckily found this source of fire, Little Bubble felt that it might really have died here.
It didn't want that at all (ﾉ○Д○)ﾉ!!
As it sat shivering before the fireplace and warmed itself, it thought constantly of the warm, comfortable trash can back home...
Just when it thought it might have to stay here forever, Mistress Number One suddenly appeared before it.
...At that moment, it felt as if it had seen an angel.
"...Your pet?"
Looking at the translucent bubble perched on Night Owl's shoulder, wearing an expression like [(*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)] and seemingly asking for comfort, everyone else wore rather strange expressions.
Earlier, they had watched that suit of armor fall apart halfway through, after which a translucent, fist-sized bubble emerged from it and floated over to Night Owl's side with a bawling [๐·°(৹˃ᗝ˂৹)°·๐] expression...
...What kind of bizarre pet was that?
"Uh... I suppose so..."
Glancing at the (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ) Little Bubble beside her, Night Owl's mouth twitched slightly.
Honestly, if it did not always like staying inside trash cans, she would be quite willing to keep it as a pet.
Not only was it very comfortable