Clap, clap, clap.
The sound of high heels on the ground rang out, accompanied by applause.
Sigris lifted her head from the corpse and turned to look behind her.
The rose high heels from her memories carried their master's snow-white, long legs. Looking up, she saw the elaborate rose Lolita dress at the knees.
A rapier hung at her waist.
Farther up was a graceful figure that rivaled anyone's.
It was just a shame.
She looked completely worn out.
As if she'd suffered nightmares for days, her spirits were low, and she couldn't sleep.
Even with a pretty face, she looked unwell.
Sigris recalled what Lynn had said when Miss Lilim went to find him.
This was all Derrick's doing.
His mental magic was the reason she hadn't reached a conclusion yet.
Sigris tightened her grip on her Greatsword, ready to fight again.
But Famati spoke up. "Xige, you've become so strong."
What!
Sigris's pupils shrank sharply. She'd been recognized!
"I recognized you the first time you entered the dream." Famati wore a faint, sickly smile. "You know?"
"It's so nice to be in the same Sweet Dream world as you."
"I'm sorry."
"I didn't realize you needed affection too, Xige."
Famati spread her arms and walked toward Sigris. "Tell me, Xige."
"How about we go back to the past together?"
"Let's all live together in a beautiful world. What do you say?"
Sigris stood rooted to the spot, at a loss.
She'd imagined all sorts of possibilities: Famati using the Imperial Guard to surround and kill her.
Or dueling Famati, being worn down to death, then brutally tortured.
But she'd never imagined this.
Famati would invite her to join.
Perhaps for many people, once a relationship with a former friend or childhood sweetheart had fallen apart, there was no