"Her Marble Phantasm can't possibly be limited to just this extent... It seems she isn't that rude, barbaric wretch who's completely useless apart from her breasts."
Altrouge Brunestud opened her eyes wide and stared at the distant sky.
Whether out of regret or displeasure, the young girl let out a low sigh.
"Judging by its manifestations, that side was clearly the real deal when it comes to Marble Phantasm, not some imitation subspecies... Is that a conclusion reached from intuition?"
Roland raised an eyebrow.
With the Principle Blood Ring separated by the entire Forest of Einnashe, lacking his own powerful perception, and with Arcueid as the only publicly known wielder of Marble Phantasm.
Under the restriction of so many prerequisite conditions, the Black Princess was still able to make a judgment with such certainty.
What was even more unbelievable was that this answer was completely accurate.
If she had managed it merely through intuition, her degree of concern for her younger sister was at least no less than a certain wine-factory model worker's obsession with traitors.
"Of course not. How should I put it-the scale? No... Even that wretch wouldn't make every single move kick up a commotion like Mars colliding with Earth."
Altrouge muttered in a low voice.
"If I have to say, it should be the purity."
"Just like Mystic Eyes, people who possess Mystic Eyes through transplantation often need to pre-live a startup process in their minds, prescribing the direction and intensity of the ability, even when they are able to use it."
"But people born with Mystic Eyes don't bother with such trouble, because they are simply gazing upon their own world. The Marble Phantasm just now carried that exact kind of twisted feeling, from the altered environment down to the manifestation."
"Even though she's an