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| — So, you're the Empress, then? The princess's unkempt hairstyle, as if a sandcastle collapsing, combined with her stern gaze, created an unprecedented image of Ayano. The cold fire in her eyes made it clear that she hated the aliens and was only willing to tolerate, or even love, those who came to this world at her will, much like a parent feeling responsible for their own child. The high status of the alien was clearly not ignored by her and brought these emotions to the surface. Her gaze could be interpreted as: "I wish I could drop everything right now and go exterminate these alien scum one by one, leaving no trace of their vile souls." — I have some specific and very important questions about this "coven of passion," but we'll talk about that later. Ayano, the question I asked you earlier was related to your living conditions. I wanted to take care of decorating your room so that you could put whatever decorations you like and customize the space around you to your taste and mood. I even bought you an exotic "futon" at the port from a familiar heretic, deciding that this mattress might be closer to what you're used to than what you're currently sleeping on. — The princess sighed. — I see that the fate of these two people weighs heavily on your heart, and I'm willing to help you, but not out of the kindness of my heart towards someone else's burden. I will do it for you only because I like you and I want to take care of you. — Adjusting her hair, Naria prepared to leave the gazebo. — Bring the doll here while I'm still in the right frame of mind for it. |