"So, what do we do?"
Talulah lifted the curtain and glanced at the snow piled on the windowsill, soft white and thick.
Her arrival was like pouring a bowl of water into boiling oil—just as it was about to crackle, someone had clapped a lid over the pot, smothering all the unrest beneath it.
But both she and Hoshino knew this was only temporary.
Once the lid was lifted again, the surging oil would burst into flames, leaping several meters high in an instant—brilliant and dazzling.
That was why she had to ask.
Talulah refused to be a pawn who knew nothing.
"When the actors arrive one by one, I need to create a closed theater." Hoshino muttered to herself, which counted as an answer. Talulah was left dumbfounded.
A theater?
Delta really was Rozaliya's sister. Just as expected of one family.
"I understand that an enclosed environment can amplify emotions," Talulah said in agreement. "Like a locked-room film... but how do you intend to create a sealed environment?"
"It'll need some guidance..."
Hoshino answered in the manner of a charlatan, closing her eyes as she spoke.
This month's Memory Battlefield was about to open.
The girl floated in midair, her skin a lifeless ash-gray. Her skirt billowed wide, revealing slender legs devoid of elasticity, their color equally that of a corpse.
Annihilation Wraith!
[This is a mage among the dead soldiers, Commander. Each appearance is accompanied by large numbers of other dead soldiers. Large numbers of Summoner Girls have joined the Annihilation Wraith faction. Large numbers of Twinblade Girls have joined the Annihilation Wraith forces. Large numbers of Scythe Girls have joined...]
Wow~
Hoshino was nearly stunned senseless.
That endless string of zeroes represented an army of dead soldiers as vast as mountains and seas. Their skin