Like everyone else, Vishy was still wearing a perfectly form-fitting Pure White Lace Wedding Dress, but right now his expression made it look as if he were wearing an instrument of torture. Uneasy, he hugged his arms and stood blankly in front of the door, neither leaving nor coming over, head lowered as he stared at his toes, like a student being punished with standing in the corner.
"Vishy?" Ash asked tentatively.
At the sound of Ash's voice, Vishy shuddered, turned around, and faced the wall, going from standing punishment to wall-facing punishment.
"Go on." Vesir pushed Ash, giggling. "All evil must be brought to justice, but villains won't obediently submit to the law. Use your justice to crush her evil!"
Ash shot Vesir an annoyed look, but he really did go over. The scene was rather subtle, after all—Ash was naked, while Vishy was a fully geared six-slot Bridal Gown, and the difference in equipment was so obvious that Diya could barely tear her eyes away.
Sonia, meanwhile, was looking at Vesir.
Only now did she vaguely realize that Vesir was helping Vishy. They all knew there had always been a thick barrier called three views between Ash and Vishy, and tonight, when their relationship underwent Metamorphosis, was the best chance to break through it. If they missed this chance, perhaps the two of them really would not break through that wall until the very end.
Thinking about it carefully, Vesir's previous series of teasing actions toward Vishy, aside from being malicious, had actually been more about helping Vishy integrate into their circle of friends. If Vesir had not deliberately provoked Vishy and made him unable to resist bickering and fussing with them, the Sword Maiden Witch would never have treated Vishy as a friend; at most, she would