Punk's call received an answer. After the unprecedentedly surging waves of spiritual power gradually dissipated into the dimly lit hall, a faintly glowing projection appeared, just as expected, at the very center of the Central Hall where the floor patterns converged.
It was the projection of the little girl butler familiar to both the caster and the mad knight. At this moment, she still wore those childlike twin buns, an exquisite and gorgeous lace dress, little leather boots carved with pale golden patterns, and a thin silvery-white glove. However, standing amid the emptiness and silence, the girl no longer wore the lively smile she had first shown the two Bright Moon Professionals. She now looked even more pitiful and fragile.
"Must you fight me, you two uninvited guests from afar? You broke into my home, and now you intend to kill a girl who has lived here alone for three billion years? To obstruct a dream she has struggled toward for who knows how long? Is that what you think? Is that your purpose?"
She gazed at the armored Whisper of Destruction and the Bright Moon Knight gripping his lance in a combat stance with an exceedingly complicated look. There was even a trace of pain in Ktarolan's voice. Especially when she saw the blazing golden fire of greed and battle intent mixed within the mad knight's eyes, the little girl's helpless sigh seemed even more sorrowful and melancholy.
"Kane Bisadas... I watched with my own eyes as you grew from an ignorant boy into who you are today. I watched you defeat one powerful enemy after another and obtain one great power after another. I watched you enjoy happiness, endure pain, hesitate and falter, and carry heavy burdens onward... Do you know, Kane? I never regarded you as a