"Where are the Pretty Cure? Where did they go? Get out here!"
Twilight's blunt rejection had naturally redirected Shut's resentment toward the Pretty Cure, his enemies. So this time, after creating a Fortress of Despair, he no longer aimed to plunge the world into despair like before. Instead, he specifically wanted to find them and have a proper fight.
That's right... Since Lady Twilight was suffering so terribly for some reason, I'll prove myself through my actions! I'll present her with the defeated Pretty Cure as a gift and make her happy again!
Now, whenever Shut thought of the beautiful Lady Twilight, he could feel strength continuously welling up from the depths of his heart. Did those Pretty Cure think they could do whatever they wanted just because they had that "Dark Kiva" protecting them? Of course not! No, right now, he felt like he could even fight that King!
Though the thoughts stirring in his heart were fine, when he failed to find the Pretty Cure and instead found Twilight beneath the Fortress of Despair, being dragged around by another man, the man's formerly arrogant face instantly changed from rage into the despairing expression of the famous painting The Scream.
"Lady Twilighttttttt—!!!"
What are you doing?!
Why are you letting a human like that hold your hand?! The mere existence of such an inexplicable person is filthy trash that sullies your beauty!
"Ah... I understand...!" In a daze, Shut began repeatedly deceiving himself, fragmented words slipping through the gaps between his lips. "It must be this human. He must be threatening you, that's why this is happening... It's okay! Your loyal subordinate Shut is coming to save you now!"
The scene assaulting Shut's nerves so intensely not only kept him from recognizing the man as Ash, but also made