One punch.
Two punches.
Xige's fist landed again and again, unlike his usual self, venting his resentment.
"Why!"
"Why!"
"Why!"
Sigris wept as she questioned Famati.
Famati's head jerked left, then right.
Blood spilled from her mouth.
Her face, already gaunt and little more than skin and bone, was now covered in bruises.
Sigris stopped, panting.
Famati met Sigris's eyes, which glimmered pink.
She entered the Illusion Realm once more.
But this time, it wasn't a reenactment.
It was a memory of the two of them as children, comforting each other.
Famati had comforted Xige before.
This was a memory buried deep within her.
Pink-haired Sigris stood opposite Famati.
Meanwhile, in the Illusion Realm, blue-haired Little Xige and Little Famati sat together, complaining about the enormous troubles and grievances that weighed on children.
Of course, there had been real grief, too.
Xige's parents had died.
Famati had eagerly taken Xige out to play and clear his mind.
Sigris stared at Famati in the distance. "On a day when the snow was falling heavily,"
"you dragged me out of the house."
"You told me, 'I'll stay with you.'"
"You've already forgotten, haven't you?"
Famati lowered her head. In the Illusion Realm, Xige and Famati were getting along just fine, while the Famati standing here didn't know what to do.
"It's too late."
That was what Famati said.
"I know. I knew as soon as I felt fear for the first time."
That night.
Famati faced the Famati in the lavish red Lolita dress adorned with roses.
The moment the Rose Knight appeared, Gluttony Famati was dazed.
Rose Famati, full of confidence and charging fearlessly forward, elegantly lifted her skirt before looking at Gluttony Famati. "Is falling into depravity really all right?"
"I am the embodiment of your fear."
"The deeper you