After laughing, Arlecchino grew serious again.
"The Tsaritsa we know is dignified yet gentle. Could it be that, to players outside the game, she has such a... hmm... cute image?"
"She really is cute! I want to hold her and give her a good squeeze. She must be so soft and comfortable."
Sandrone imagined Columbina holding the Tsaritsa in her arms, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
The image was rather too strange. Better not to think about it.
Venti, meanwhile, had not stopped laughing.
"Hahahaha! If the Tsaritsa knew she had a look like that, I wonder how she'd feel."
"She'd most likely ignore it."
"Old man, don't you think selling ice cream shaped like the Tsaritsa would be a brilliant idea?"
"I won't comment. You're welcome to try."
"Maybe not. Varka, are you interested?"
"Lord Barbatos, I have a feeling you're trying to set me up again."
"Ehe, why would I? You must be imagining things."
[Welcome back. I said it wouldn't take long, didn't I? Let's continue.]
The scene appeared in a pure white space. Varka dragged his greatsword behind him as he walked, exhausted.
The white space seemed endless, filling everything with an overwhelming loneliness.
Varka suddenly pitched forward. Only by leaning on his sword did he keep himself from falling.
He said nothing. His breathing merely grew more ragged.
Just then, the Wolf King appeared beside him.
"Keep going. There's no need to look back."
Varka stood once more and continued on, dragging his greatsword.
Ahead, he saw Razor.
"Varka, I know what my name means now."
Rosaria appeared next.
"I've caused everyone so much trouble. When I get back, I'll have to thank them properly!"
Kaeya's figure appeared too.
"Well, there's plenty I'd like to report, but... it's good to have