Throughout this process, Angel did not forget to observe Gleipnir and Star Worm's situation.
Inside the cramped, disorderly room, Gleipnir began drawing design sketches again.
She worked quickly, producing several sketches in succession. Yet halfway through each one, she stopped her pen, examined it for a moment, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it aside.
There had already been many paper balls on the floor. Now they had gained new "friends."
Watching this, Angel ventured, "Don't tell me you're imitating Anna? Experiencing her life, then using that to break free of your cage and draw a design Anna will approve of?"
Gleipnir said, "No. I just thought of a better design halfway through drawing."
This was different from Anna.
The reason Anna's home was littered with crumpled design drafts was that she could not come up with clothing with a distinctive style.
Gleipnir, on the other hand, had too many outfits in her mind that she could "copy." Halfway through copying one, she would think of something more suitable and crumple up the earlier design.
Angel said, "Actually, there's no need to give up halfway through. You could finish them all, then give them to Anna one by one and see which she likes. Wouldn't that give you a better chance of clearing this?"
Gleipnir said, "When it comes to design, of course one must pursue perfection. How can one rely on quantity..."
Halfway through speaking, Gleipnir suddenly froze.
Even the hand holding her pen stopped moving.
"No, that's not right. I'm not Luigi. Why would I say something like that?" Gleipnir sensed something strange. Whether it was drawing the designs just now or her "pursuit of perfection" in design, neither had anything to do with her true nature!
She looked around at the cramped room, her brow