"Huh, is this the Dream Treasury?"
Freya had absorbed a Golden Collection, and the pink orb of light that formed her flickered on and off, looking especially pretty.
She stared blankly at the countless collections in the darkness. "So this is Ash's Dream Treasury?"
After quite a while, she suddenly remembered something and streaked out as a pink Flowing Light, approaching a green orb that was touching a bubble, trying to stop it. "Don't take it, don't take it! These are all Ash's treasures, don't take them, waaah..."
The green orb naturally could not be bothered with her and directly drew a trajectory as it headed toward other collections.
The Veela tried a few more times, but when she found that no orb of light paid her any attention, she was so anxious she was about to cry—she truly believed this Dream Treasury was the Dream Treasury Ash had entrusted to her, so naturally she felt responsible for protecting it from loss.
Yet now, thousands upon thousands of arcanists were plundering the treasury at will, and the Veela was powerless. She could only watch it all happen before her eyes, and she was on the verge of falling apart.
"Waaah..."
Freya's pink orb curled into a ball, and she began bawling at the top of her lungs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I betrayed your trust. I'm not qualified to look after your things, waaah... When I get back, I'll give the diary to Tama Hill. She's more suited than I am... She didn't even lose your country, but I actually lost your treasury..."
"Veela?"
A Little Bat formed from pale red motes of light flew over and gently bumped the pink orb, caught between laughter and helplessness. "What are you crying for?"
"Siffrin!"
With a wail, Freya hugged