A few hours later, in the hall of the Sea of Quanta.
Sirin rose groggily and found that the tears at the corners of her eyes had yet to dry. At the same time, some memories had appeared in her mind out of nowhere. Enoshia had taken the parts Cosmos had glossed over and forced them directly into her mind in the simplest, most brutal way possible.
"Your Majesty, you're finally awake." A familiar voice reached her ears. Sirin opened her eyes and found herself staring at a pair of very familiar breasts. Only then did she realize that she was currently resting her head on Bella's thighs.
"Sorry, Bella. I worried you again." Sirin slowly sat up.
Seeing Sirin apologize to her, Bella panicked a little and wanted to say something. But when she remembered that she truly had been unable to do anything in that situation, she lowered her head and sank into self-reproach.
Seeing that her apology had only made things worse, Sirin felt even more guilty. She shifted her position and placed Bella's head on her own thighs.
"Your Majesty, this..."
"Just lie there obediently. That's an order!"
Sirin's tone sounded fierce, but her hand gently stroked Bella's head as she muttered softly:
"It really does feel nice. No wonder Elysia enjoyed petting it so much."
At the same time, inside Griseo's studio, Cosmos stood protectively in front of Griseo, warily watching Enoshia, who was still there.
Enoshia raised both hands and made the same gesture Madam Herrscher of Reason had used when saying, "Kevin, I surrender."
"Oh, Cosmos, if I really wanted to do something to you two, you couldn't stop me even if you tried."
"Sirin really hasn't undergone Mutation Surgery, but... do you understand now why she went berserk?"
Cosmos's eyes widened. "I..."