Ash opened his eyes and saw Death Maniac falling with him.
In the pitch-black deep sea, her ruby eyes were still bright, but Ash could still make out certain differences: compared with Sonia's, Death Maniac's eyes were deeper and more remote, like a pool of abyssal water whose depth could not be seen.
She was actually a beauty—though that was a pointless thing to say. Sonia was a pretty girl, so Death Maniac naturally was too. But Ash had found it hard to notice her beauty before. She was too distinctive, too unique, and when she spoke, she was cold as ice, keeping people a thousand miles away. Ash hadn't even dared make too much eye contact with her.
Only in the silent deep sea did Ash realize she was so dazzling she could not be ignored. Unlike Sonia's flamboyant beauty, Death Maniac was filled with an air of standing apart from the world. It was not that her beauty was restrained, but that she did not care what others thought. Whether it was her clothes, her smoking, or her tone, she only pursued what suited her own heart, like a rose on a cliff. Whether anyone admired her or not, she still bloomed with proud arrogance, and no one had the right to judge her.
She quietly watched Ash without saying a word.
Ash really disliked that attitude of hers. He could not figure out what this woman was thinking. Was this situation her doing or not? Just say "yes" or "no." What the hell was "think whatever you want" supposed to mean? If he hadn't had no time to hit her—and couldn't hit her anyway—Ash would have wanted to beat her up and properly teach her how to speak like a human being.
If she had done it