"Impossible!"
As soon as Fu Qian finished speaking, Soufflé let out a stern growl.
Yet the other person's resolute gaze made it hard for her to meet his eyes.
It was true. Even if Violetta had insisted on coming along tonight, Soufflé would still have had plenty of ways to handle things.
Had she brought Violetta here so readily because she was carrying too much alone and needed someone to confide in, or—
For a moment, Soufflé hardly dared to follow that thought any further.
The key was that Violetta had actually realized it.
Soufflé couldn't help feeling that Violetta had changed a little since waking up this time.
"Don't worry. I forgot the Scarecrow's directions before, but I still made it back, didn't I?"
Fu Qian patted her stiff shoulder and joked.
At his words, Soufflé's eyes instantly misted over.
"So no matter how you look at it, I'm the better choice for this. It's what I want, too."
Fu Qian pushed away Soufflé's reaching hand and stepped straight through the door.
Darkness surged over him at once, and even his senses seemed to be muffled.
From where he stood, Soufflé's face had already blurred.
She was clearly stubborn. It would be hard to convince her completely, so he'd had no choice but to use a weapon aimed straight at her heart.
While she was still doubting herself, he had to act quickly.
"Take care."
Fu Qian waved to Soufflé, who was still crouching there, then headed straight into the depths of the darkness without waiting for a reply.
Soufflé had been right: there was no sense of direction in here at all.
In every direction, all he could see was swirling mist.
In these circumstances, sight was more of a hindrance. Fu Qian simply closed his eyes and