"'Just kidding, don't be nervous'—but my brother would never joke with a stranger."
"I watched him with my own eyes as he wore down his sharp edges and buried them deep inside."
"Don't insult my brother again. Otherwise, on top of The Family's business, you'll have a personal grudge of mine to answer for."
"..."
"Hahaha..." The "Sunday" before her suddenly burst out laughing. It was a light, unrestrained laugh, nothing like Sunday's usual restraint.
Then his image rippled like a reflection struck by a stone. A haze spread across it as his outline twisted and changed, until he became a petite, lively girl with a sly smile: Sparkle.
"I thought you'd like my little reinterpretation."
Sparkle winked playfully, her voice bright with childlike excitement. "Don't you think he's more likable that way?"
Robin looked down at the girl, who stood a head shorter than her. There was no trace of a smile in her eyes, only cold scrutiny.
"You impersonated a family head in Penacony. I trust you're prepared for the consequences."
"Oh, my." Sparkle remained perfectly at ease. "I didn't expect you to be quite so clever."
"But do you really think you're capable of it?"
"Plenty of people want to catch me, chicken-wing girl. What makes you think you can?" She stepped closer, her gaze openly mocking.
"Because I can heal the whole team." Robin narrowed her eyes.
"Heh. You were dropped from the lineup ages ago," Sparkle sneered, her tone flippant.
"Know who the star of the next version is, chicken-wing girl?"
"What a sharp tongue." Robin's voice turned cool as she stressed her words.
"This place is still managed by the Five Great Family Lines. You've seen how many members are stationed along the way."
"Besides, here at Dream's Edge, I can also..."
Robin raised