In the shattered Cloud City, Death Frenzy sat atop the broken walls and ruins, lazily crossing her legs. The secret hidden beneath her short skirt flickered in and out of sight in the gap where her thighs overlapped, and a half-burned cigarette was pinched between two fingers. Every time she appeared, she was dressed to the nines, giving the first impression of an urban beauty who lived in a luxury high-rise flat, traveled by private car, moved only through upscale venues, and was as gorgeous as a rose in full bloom that needed meticulous care.
Yet in these dilapidated ruins, she did not seem out of place at all. Even when faced with a scene of heaven and earth collapsing, she remained as calm and placid as ever, and that composure gave her an illusory, smoke-like quality—though she was originally a phantom, a mass of Longing.
She was like a strand of Starlight cast across countless light-years from the far future. The star that was her true body had long since gone out, and the beauty Ash saw came only from light that had already been destroyed.
But when she heard Ash's question, Death Frenzy glanced sideways at him. Ripples suddenly spread across her lake-calm face, and her blood-red eyes grew lively, like a lonely ray of Starlight encountering a supernova just about to erupt, suddenly interested in seeing exactly how bright it could become.
She slowly took a drag of her cigarette, leisurely exhaling smoke. Ash was frantic, but he did not dare rush her. All he could do was stare fixedly at her from the side, as if, like Ouroboros, he could cast spells with his gaze.
Death Frenzy gave an answer that Ash had not expected.
Ash was stunned.
"Although you're right, I really don't know." Death