Sigris was practicing swordsmanship with Famati when her strength suddenly left her, and she was sent flying.
Then Sigris saw a blue-haired tomboy with delicate features lying on the ground. The person facing her wasn't Famati, but a knight—just an ordinary knight.
"Someone with no talent thinks she can stay by Her Highness the Princess's side? What a joke."
Mocking, derisive voices rang out without end.
"Who was he again?"
"Oh, him? Her Highness the Princess's hanger-on. I don't know how he managed to make Her Highness the Princess like him."
"He's so weak, yet he dares come here."
Sigris touched her own body: pink hair, and a much more feminine figure.
Meanwhile, she watched as Xige was mocked and verbally attacked.
Xige couldn't bear the pressure, and yet somehow, he could.
He simply picked up the wooden sword in silence.
The scene shifted again. Xige found Famati, and Sigris knew what he was thinking.
He wanted to vent, but then thought better of it and could only approach Famati dejectedly.
Famati didn't notice anything amiss. She was having tea with her friends.
Famati welcomed Xige, too, but when he tried to get closer to her, her friends rushed to claim her attention and pushed Xige aside.
Xige didn't say much. He just felt a little wronged.
He didn't exclude them, but they excluded him.
Sigris watched it all in silence, her heart aching faintly.
The scene shifted again. Xige was spending time with Famati's friends, but one of them suddenly pushed him away.
They wouldn't let him get close to them.
In an instant,
Sigris returned to reality.
Vines came flying at her. She'd spent very little time in the Dreamscape!
Sigris immediately struck back.
Bang, bang, bang.
Bullets poured out, imbued with magic.
They shot down every vine.