Mousse did not care only for his full-blooded younger sister; he cared just as much for his half-sisters who shared the same mother. He was especially fond of those who were pleasing to the eye, clear-headed, or pitiable. Charlotte Brulee possessed all three qualities, so she was Mousse's favorite.
However, Mousse could not change his mother's or siblings' opinions. No one dared lay a hand on Brulee anymore, but cold violence was just as hard to endure. Mousse tried to comfort her by saying, "The Three-Eyed Tribe is a God Race. You shouldn't stoop to the level of those mortals." But since Brulee did not have the temperament of a strong person, it had little effect.
Still, Brulee was also most deeply attached to Mousse as her brother. The moment she saw him, she hurriedly wiped away the tears lingering at the corners of her eyes, forced a smile, and waved to him. "Big Brother Mousse, I changed the chocolate recipe. Try it and see if you like it!"
Seeing that Brulee had hidden her third eye behind her hair again, Mousse could not help sighing inwardly. Still, he forced a smile and accepted the chocolate she offered. He was about to fall into his usual routine of tasting and praising it when he noticed that Brulee, now over ten years old, seemed to be developing a hint of beauty beneath her childish cuteness. An idea suddenly came to him. "Why have you covered it up again? It's obviously so beautiful. They just have no eye for it and don't know how to appreciate it. You don't believe me? Fine. You don't believe your brother because you think I'm just comforting you, right? Then I'll let people outside judge for themselves. Come with me!"
Then Brulee saw Mousse transform into