"Beneath the white snow tent, your story is sung; in the storm, everyone is busy fighting~~"
During this rare bit of leisure, Xio leaned against the sofa, humming a little tune she had heard from the workers in the East Borough while flipping through the freshly delivered Phantom Blood, which still carried a faint scent of ink. Looking at the dynamic illustrations and the somewhat bizarre poses inside, she suddenly had the urge to imitate them.
It had to be said that with illustrations, this book was more than twice as enjoyable as the pure-text version!
Just as she was gradually immersing herself in all sorts of JoJo poses and dramatic lines, she suddenly heard a loud thud. Whipping her head around, she found that Fors, who had been lazily lying on the sofa, had suddenly rolled onto the floor with an extremely pained expression on her face.
"Fors! Fors, what's wrong?" Xio immediately set the book aside and hurried over in several quick little steps, asking anxiously.
"I-I'm fine. I just don't know why, but it feels like my conscience hurts a little." Fors pressed a hand to her chest, her face wearing an indescribably troubled expression.
Hearing that, Xio's expression immediately turned strange as she asked in confusion:
"Your conscience? What guilty thing did you do?"
"No... ah!" Before she could deny it, Fors felt her heart suddenly convulse and let out a soft cry. Xio anxiously circled around her, yet found that there truly seemed to be nothing wrong with Fors.
There were neither signs of Loss of Control nor any symptoms of illness. It was as if she simply felt bad inside.
"Change your clothes. We're leaving immediately!"
Seeing Fors in such discomfort, Xio immediately spoke up. Fors did not react at first and pressed a