Raising Villains the Right Way

[The daughter of Abominable Blood.]

Silence ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍descended after Wanderer’s voice echoed through the room.

But ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍only for a moment.

“Mm, ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍that title is a little too old-fashioned. Would you mind calling me Cardinal Yutia instead?”

At ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Yutia’s request, spoken with a faint smile, Wanderer quietly responded.

[............Very ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍well, Cardinal Yutia.]

“Good.”

[So then, why have you come? Going as far as spending such an enormous amount of power.]

The reason Wanderer could manifest in this way was not only because she had planted a clone in advance, but because an immense amount of power had been paid as the price.

Wanderer had used up all the power she had gathered in order to converse with Alon.

In other words, her current manifestation existed solely because of the power of Cardinal Yutia standing before her.

That was why, although Wanderer maintained a calm facade, she could not help being inwardly astonished.

The tremendous power required to manifest her.

And this was not measured by the standards of a ’human,’ but a ’divine-blood.’

Not just any divine-blood either, but those who possessed Karma.

Yet despite continuously supplying such an absurd amount of power in real time, the woman standing before her looked utterly calm.

...

‘So Abominable Blood truly is different, is that it?’

The moment Wanderer unconsciously sighed—

“I came to see you this time for two reasons. To express gratitude and to issue a warning.”

[Gratitude and...... a warning?]

“Yes.”

Yutia smiled and tilted her head slightly.

“Thank you. Because of all of you, My Lord has managed not to lose his way. Thanks to that, there are times when I worry a little less. I truly am grateful for that. Sincerely.”

[And what is it that you wish to warn us about?]

Wanderer asked in return.

Yet Yutia merely curled her lips upward.

“Mm—before I say it, I’d like you to pay particularly close attention to this part.”

She lightly raised a finger upward.

“You, and the one above you as well.”

Silence fell once more.

But Yutia seemed not to care in the slightest.

The corners of her eyes curved pleasantly.

“My warning is simple. So simple that it would be strange not to understand it.”

[What is it............?]

...

“Stop trying to use My Lord. No—Stop trying to use Alon.”

She issued the warning.

Wanderer quietly looked downward.

There stood Yutia.

Still wearing the same smile.

Still looking directly at her.

And faced with that composed expression—

[............We—]

Wanderer tried to speak.

But—

“Ah, there’s no need for a response.”

[............What did you say?]

“Because I’m not talking to you. This is merely a notice.”

Yutia lightly waved her hand.

“I don’t particularly care what any of you are thinking. I also don’t particularly care what the ones above are thinking. You only need to remember one thing. Do not use My Lord. If you follow that one rule, I won’t do anything. To you. Or to the one above you.”

At Yutia’s quiet murmur, Wanderer stared blankly for a moment.

Then—

[You are arrogant, considering you’re merely the daughter of Abominable Blood.]

Her expression hardened.

[No matter if you inherited Abominable Blood’s power, you are not in a position to speak of the one I serve in such a manner.]

Her words carried open displeasure.

Yet she did not stop there.

Wanderer continued.

[Even if it is Abominable Blood, you are merely one successor among several. Even if you issue a warning, there is no obligation for that person to listen to your insolent warning—]

She could not continue.

Or rather, she did continue.

She was definitely speaking.

Her words were definitely moving forward.

And yet—

Her mouth would not open.

As though every action she possessed had been sealed.

At that moment, Wanderer’s eyes widened.

Because she realized that the entire world had turned red.

But more than anything else, the reason she was shocked was—

’How?’

Because she, who should not have been capable of manifesting right now, had suddenly appeared here.

It was impossible.

She was not supposed to manifest for a very long time yet.

Yet that confusion lasted only briefly.

Wanderer—

”!!!!”

Immediately grasped the situation.

She had not manifested.

This was simply—

”Khk—!”

The moment that realization reached her, Wanderer grabbed her throat.

She could not breathe.

As though even breathing required permission.

And as she collapsed to her knees—

“Didn’t I tell you?”

Yutia’s voice reached her.

“I’m not talking to you.”

Wanderer raised her gaze.

Yutia was still smiling.

Still kneeling before her.

“It’s a notice. Not a notice for you. A notice for the Eye. You merely need to deliver it.”

Yutia gently stroked Wanderer.

“That’s right. Just deliver it.”

To her—

A being who possessed Karma.

As though petting something adorable.

“Deliver what I said.”

Again and again.

“Then I’m sure it will understand.”

And at that moment—

Wanderer’s eyes widened even further.

Because she finally understood.

“She has already seen it once before.”

She realized she had made a mistake.

Wanderer had judged incorrectly.

That being was not the person she believed her to be.

That being was not the daughter of Abominable Blood.

That being was—

“Y-you... surely you aren’t... the successor and the parent are—”

A small index finger pressed against Wanderer’s lips before she could finish.

And what Wanderer saw was—

”!!!”

Crimson eyes.

Crimson eyes shining beneath a red moon.

“You see, I already told you.”

And then—

“The title ‘daughter of Abominable Blood’ is far too old-fashioned.”

Yutia spoke calmly.

“Just call me Cardinal Yutia. For me. And for My Lord as well.”

Yutia quietly declared.

“Understood?”

At the words of the smiling woman before her—

Wanderer had no choice but to nod.

-Tremble tremble tremble

With vivid terror filling her eyes.

***

“W-what?”

At Alon’s bewildered question, confusion briefly appeared on Penia’s face, despite the determination she had worked so hard to build.

But only briefly.

“Ah, ah! N-no, that’s not it, I mean—”

Penia immediately began stumbling over her words.

Her face turned red.

Then—

“No, what I mean is! The thing Seolrang does to you, Lord Alon!?”

At the hurried correction, Alon paused for a moment before nodding.

“Yes.”

“Wouldn’t that be considered kind of... unusual?”

Penia’s words caused Alon’s expression to become slightly strange.

“Yes.”

“You’re asking if it’s normal?”

At Penia’s exhausted-looking question, Alon hesitated again.

“But why are you suddenly asking that?”

“Ah, well, you know, somehow it came up? I suddenly realized it was kind of strange. Biting someone’s nose isn’t exactly normal physical affection, right?”

Penia hurriedly explained.

The real question Alon had was not the meaning behind her inquiry, but why she was asking it now of all times.

Still, he decided to put that thought aside.

“Well, that’s true.”

“But before, you acted like it was perfectly fine.”

Had I ever done that?

Alon briefly wondered before remembering how he had previously said that level of physical affection was acceptable.

A peculiar expression crossed his face.

“The thing is......”

Biting someone’s nose?

Objectively speaking, even Alon felt it was a little excessive.

But the reason he had said that back then was simple.

The person doing it was Seolrang.

“Doesn’t that sort of thing feel different depending on who’s doing it?”

If someone else behaved that way?

It might feel strange.

But Seolrang was basically the only person who ever did things like that to him.

“Ah, so it’s more like it’s okay because it’s Seolrang?”

“Something like that. Seolrang has a somewhat childlike side, doesn’t she? Though honestly, if the others felt a little more childlike too, I can’t say how I’d feel.”

At Alon’s answer, Penia pursed her lips thoughtfully and nodded.

Then—

“So why did you ask?”

“Ah, it’s basically pure curiosity.”

At Penia’s answer—

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Well, if that’s all.”

Alon shrugged lightly.

“Isn’t that trying to skip straight to the final stage from the very beginning?”

“Be quiet.”

As Alon looked out the window for a moment, Penia immediately snapped back at Evan’s comment.

Only then did she finally let out a sigh of relief.

That night.

Because Alon had decided to stay in Rosario for a day, Penia also remained in Rosario.

[............That’s everything.]

She was currently sharing all the information she had obtained from Alon with everyone else.

In truth, each of the four gathered here had approached her separately with different offers.

Yet instead of following any of them, Penia chose to reveal everything equally.

She knew very well that accepting secret deals behind everyone’s backs could only lead to disaster.

And thanks to Penia’s answer—

[Umm~]

[As expected~]

[Hmm~]

The three faces visible through the magic device all seemed slightly disappointed.

[Hehehe~]

Of course, Seolrang alone looked like she was thinking, ’I won by a landslide!!!’ even among the disappointed group.

In any case, while watching their reactions, Penia continued.

[Anyway, Lord Alon did say that unless it’s something that feels like Seolrang, that kind of physical affection would probably be a little burdensome.]

With that, she finished her report and let out a sigh.

At last!

She could finally escape this hell!

A small happiness filled her heart.

And at that very moment—

[Hmm—then doesn’t that mean that if someone feels like Lady Seolrang, that kind of affection would be okay?]

Magrina murmured.

[............That’s basically impossible. Seolrang feels like a child to begin with.]

Rine answered.

[That’s a very childish way of thinking.]

Yutia added.

[That’s true, Sister. It wouldn’t be easy for us to come across that way.]

Magrina nodded in agreement.

[Mm-hm. It’s an impossible idea.]

[Exactly.]

[Pretending to be young would be a little much, wouldn’t it?]

[Right.]

The voices of those smiling and agreeing one by one gradually—

[...Hmm.]

[....A youthful feeling........]

[......Young, huh.............]

Became quieter.

And then—

[······?]

The three women finally lowered their heads and fell into deep thought.

Seolrang watched them with a strange expression.

Seeing this scene—

“......Ah.”

Penia immediately realized what they were thinking.

And—

Are they actually sane............?

That thought quietly passed through her mind.

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