"Freya, why do you care so much about this person?"
Vishy looked at the most agitated Veela in the room and raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you forget him, just like the rest of us?" Freya puffed up angrily. "But I remember now!"
Vishy pressed her hard. "Do you remember every little moment you spent with him? Do you remember his voice, his face, and the impression he left on you? Do you remember how it felt to like him?"
"No, but it's written in the diary!" Freya shook off the small hand Siffrin had secretly tugged at her sleeve with and faced the Phantom Prophet's pressure without fear. "After he broke out of prison, he lived with me for several days. If he hadn't refused me, I would even have followed him out of Blood Moon... That means I definitely fell for him! And just from reading the diary, I know I definitely would like him. Strong, kind, never discouraged, deeply devoted..."
As she spoke, her eyes turned into heart shapes, and she clenched her fists with a face full of longing. "No wonder he's our lover. He really is a being who transcends everything, the color God gilded onto all things, the most perfect lover."
Felix flicked his bangs and muttered, "I feel like 'our sweetheart' and 'the perfect lover' should be contrapositives..." "So we have to find a way to save him!" Freya said anxiously. "Something must have happened to him, so his entire existence was completely erased. Now only we can change this wrong World Line!"
"Wrong World Line?" Vishy crossed her legs and lazily leaned sideways against the sofa. "Is this World Line really wrong?"
Freya really was a little angry now. She stood up on the bed and glared at Vishy in a huff. "His