"Holy—" Faced with the masterpiece that was "the Third Beast beaten to tears," everyone was at a loss.
Apart from a few children who had yet to start losing their baby teeth, almost everyone present had fought to the death before. But beating an opponent until she cried? That was a first.
Especially when that opponent was far from weak, which made it all the stranger.
"I knew it. I knew all along! A god who gives love can never receive it!"
"So all I can do is love! This is the only way to ease that feeling of being the victim, the only way to claim the moral high ground!"
"Ahh, no, this is so humiliating—! I'm stronger than anyone, yet more miserable than anyone—!
"Waaaah—waaaaaah!"
"Seriously, she's still crying." Jason was speechless. "The fight's over. Why haven't you put us away yet?"
"No. This is too awkward. I'm not watching this alone." Roland flatly refused.
"It's awkward for us too," Barbara said. Even after the deliberate, subjective distortions imposed on the inhabitants of Roland Cathedral, she was still comparatively normal when it came to emotions, and she had accidentally fallen under the effect earlier and become hopelessly lovestruck.
"Please! I still want to look down haughtily on those useless, utterly loathsome humans and trample them! I want to give them endless love, not end up like this!" Kama was still sobbing, heedless of everyone's stares.
"What is she talking about?" Cassandra looked at Kara.
"This calls for a proper explanation." Kara opened the book she carried with her.
"Can you give it a rest?" Roland rolled his eyes. Discussing father and mother complexes with Cassandra, who had nicknamed herself Orphan, was a little too twisted.
"We're only projections anyway. Our memories won't be retained. Why do you care?"