Randall sneered at that.
"The Three Emperors? How terrifying."
"Scared now, aren't you!" Brûlée said with a smug smile.
"Scared, my ass! I'd love to see what offending your Charlotte Family would cost me."
Randall sneered.
Then he picked up the invitation and slowly tore it to shreds right in front of Brûlée.
With a casual flick, he tossed the scraps at the mirror.
Brûlée clearly hadn't expected Randall to be so decisive. For a moment, she stared blankly.
But when she recovered, her face twisted.
"You—you bastard! How dare you?!"
"That's not all I dare to do. Come out, and I'll show you."
Randall smiled like a big bad wolf standing outside a little rabbit's house.
Unable to bear the provocation, Brûlée moved to charge out of the world of mirrors.
Then she remembered that the master of the world of mirrors was still unconscious. She couldn't get out.
"Damn it, didn't you say my sister would wake up soon?"
Brûlée glared at Randall, her eyes blazing.
"Everyone's different."
Randall spread his hands, suddenly feeling a little regretful.
If he hadn't used the Phantom Emperor Fist on Brûlée earlier, could he have tricked these two idiots into coming out now?
Just then, the Brûlée in her sister's arms suddenly opened her eyes.
"Sis, you're awake!"
Her sister cried out in delight.
Brûlée shuddered at her voice and turned to look at her.
In that instant, tears spilled from Brûlée's eyes.
"S-sister!"
With a wail, Brûlée threw her arms around her and sobbed until she shook.
Brûlée hugged her so tightly that her sister could barely breathe.
Still, her sister didn't resist. She simply looked confused.
She patted Brûlée's back, but the gesture made Brûlée flinch.
"Sis, what's wrong? Did that Marine do something to you?
Marine, spit it out!