Dream

Before her lay a space so red it was nearly black.

Time had lost all meaning. In this space of only two people, everything had become unbearably intimate.

"Qian Huanyue opened her eyes and looked at the strange sight before her, unable to stop herself from reaching out.

Then her fingers passed through something. It was as though an invisible barrier had blocked her, and she slipped into her own body—yet she could not move.

She could only watch.

She could only feel."

Long-haired Rinne rested Huanyue's head on her lap. Her eyes drooped, and without making a sound, she merely lowered her pink gaze.

The emotions within Qian Huanyue's body outside suddenly went wild.

I hate you! I love you, I hate you! I love you, I hate you! I love you.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

So self-righteous, so arrogant—mocking me, toying with me. I'll press you beneath me and make you taste the price in full!

"...Huh?

Qian Huanyue was utterly baffled by the shared emotions surging from her chest. She knew clearly that she would never become this extreme. She did not harbor such intense malice, such twisted hatred.

Yet those emotions were so real, so scorching, as if they were about to explode from her chest."

As Qian Huanyue spoke, fierce fury surged through her heart. If she had been toyed with like this over and over again, she might as well eliminate the source of it all.

She turned her gaze toward Rinne and summoned [Seraph of Thousand Blades].

Tens of thousands of swords appeared in the void, their tips aimed at the pink-haired girl kneeling on the ground.

At that moment, long-haired Rinne's lips moved. At some point, her Astral Dress had already become tattered. Facing Huanyue's angel aimed