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— Oh, how did this happen? — After the match ended prematurely, Kanade looked around in confusion, seeking help. — I think I hurt my knee. Nea, dear, please help your sister. — When the participants were gathered together to announce the results of this round, the captain of the losing team, with the help of the unharmed Nea, approached Parphinora. — Congratulations! We would never have been able to cope with such professionals as you! — She extended her hand to the aristocrat, but then demonstratively, yet gracefully, pulled it back, as if she was uncomfortable touching the girl standing in front of her; however, it didn't seem like the audience noticed. — It's good to know that in case of war, we defenseless girls have someone to rely on!
—What is true, is true—Parphinora said quietly, so that no one could hear them—but everyone has their own role, right? Some are meant to flaunt their bare bodies on stage, while others should defend the country. After that, the aristocrat gave her idol a venomous smile, performed a curtsey, doing it too elegantly, and then turned and walked away. And then she returned, kicked Kanade in the stomach, punched her in the back, spat on the fallen body, and then urinated on it.
—Ahahaha, well played, prez, as always. Look how passively-aggressively angry this bitch is! I bet she'll be convincing herself and others that she didn't really want to win, but how pathetic that will look! Let them cluck, losers. Well, another brilliant operation in our collection, eh? You know, I subjectively feel like the most motivated person to win out of everyone in our squad, so I'm damn glad that your strategies are so effective. I hope we tear them all to shreds.
As Lattro fired from the Goro, Parphinora supported each shot with shouts of "Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!"
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?