"That really was, really was a brave choice-"
In the warm room, Franca muttered away in her pajamas, her gaze darting now and then toward Lumian-na in front of her. A measure of admiration rose in her heart for her fellow countrywoman's younger sibling. "So what exactly did you do to force a switch to Witch? Do you know how easily that can make you lose control?"
You haven't changed your attitude toward me this much just because I turned into a woman, have you?
Why didn't you show me this much thoughtful concern when I was still a man?
Is this what Godfather meant when he mentioned the innocent male college students from my sister's world during our chats?
At that thought, Lumian-na almost laughed in exasperation. She tugged at the corners of her mouth, deliberately adopting a sinister, witchlike tone. "There's no Stinger Gang in Trier anymore."
"Huh?" Franca froze, clearly not expecting that outcome. She stared at the "girl" before her and asked incredulously, "You wiped out the Stinger Gang? On your boss's orders?"
"An annihilation planned long in advance." Lumian-na kept her face taut, forcing herself to hold her expression and restrain the upward curl of her lips. "Otherwise, why do you think the Stinger Gang went so long without causing Passion any trouble? Because they didn't want to?"
Franca fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly, sounding wistful. "How long have you even been here-"
Not only did you wipe out a gang that could go head-to-head with the Sava Party, you've already reached Sequence 7!
I'm only Sequence 7 myself!
"Lumian-na. Although your Sequence is the same as mine now-" Franca chose her words carefully, afraid of upsetting her fellow countrywoman's younger brother-or sister-whose condition was clearly abnormal. "I still need to remind