"I was wrong! I know I was wrong—no, don't!"
"Ahhhh—no way! I can't take it anymore!"
"It's going to break!!!"
In the Mirror Space, a girl's heart-wrenching wails echoed from the mirrors at all angles as if she were being violated.
"...Tch."
And Luhier, deemed as the "villain," twitched her lips with disdain, frowning slightly, while gripping the sword's hilt with increasing force, almost wishing she could strike with her sword.
"Alright, Luhier, let her go this time."
Herbert, cradled in Luhier's arms, gently patted her forearm, signaling for her to release him.
"..."
Miss Fallen Angel decided to ignore the man's gesture, pretending nothing happened and continued leaning against him for a while longer.
"Alright, don't pretend you didn't hear that."
Luhier sensed Herbert's small hand about to do something unsavory and instinctively shrank her chest to dodge the silent attack, retorting displeased:
"...I'm not letting go."
"C'mon, let go of me,"
