Seeing the blank, uncertain look on the Blood Radish's face, Lynn's features twisted. Holding her in one hand, he bared his teeth (〝▼皿▼) and said:
"Obviously, because you suffered a devastating blow and lost heart!! That's why you've been hiding alone in your room for days without seeing anyone! Aren't you supposed to be curled up in a corner, shutting everyone out and crying or something?!"
The Sin Lord widened her crimson eyes, opened her mouth, and took a bite of the huge pork knuckle in her hand.
"Lost heart? Shutting everyone out? Are you talking about me? What a joke! I'm the most senior ancestor of the Vampire Clan, you know! Me, cry? That's hilarious! If you've got nothing else to do, get out right now. I still have a hundred and five episodes left to watch! Don't bother me!"
The old-fashioned television behind her was playing a love story between a vampire and a human.
Lynn asked uncertainly:
"Do you even know what I'm talking about? I mean that Sin Spirit you saw in the City of Sin, the one who looked so much like you. Didn't that give you even the slightest suspicion or make you connect any dots?"
"For example..."
Lynn tried to explain it to her.
"What if that was actually your future self? You died later on, then something corrupted you and you came back to the present. Don't you have any feelings about that?"
The Sin Lord stared at him as though he were a stroke patient, her eyes wide as she chewed big mouthfuls.
"Am I supposed to?"
Lynn: "..."
That question left Lynn utterly at a loss.
The Sin Ancestor wriggled out of his hand, jumped down, and returned to her seat. Watching the show on the television, she stuffed her