Just as Ink Lotus asked that question, the car started moving.
She pressed the accelerator and placed her hands on the steering wheel. After pausing for a few seconds and receiving no answer from Larkspur, she continued on her own. "For me, no matter what happened, I still think of Captain as a companion. So, I want to help you."
"You've already said that word several times."
Larkspur fastened the barely useful seat belt at the side of her seat. The metallic click of the buckle mingled with her voice. "But I don't think I need help, and I don't think you need to help me..."
"You do."
Ink Lotus suddenly interrupted her, speaking with great seriousness. "To me, it's absolutely necessary."
"...Fine. Let's say our past friendship is worth this favor from you."
Larkspur sighed, unwilling to keep arguing with Ink Lotus over this matter. "What exactly makes you think I need help? And how do you plan to help me? Don't tell me you know who killed Cherry Blossom."
If she analyzed it herself, the only matter concerning her that required help and that the other person might know about was Anya's death.
She had never forgotten that grief, nor the hatred and anger layered atop it. But she had been badly injured before, and she also had to consider her daughter's future, so she had never been able to put those thoughts into action.
Now, her injuries had healed to a certain extent, and Lin Xiaolu's life as a magical girl had, despite some scares, gotten on track. As a result, thoughts of revenge had become more active in her mind.
That did not mean she would immediately set out, disregarding everything else to find the killer and make them pay in blood. It only meant that