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- It suits you. But I don't think the law has anything to do with it; people just love emeralds, even I've grown a bit fond of it lately, even though I used to be indifferent. Hmm... I see you're not surprised at all, which is probably understandable – the chimera probably already told you. You know... - a strange, unreadable emotion flickered across her face. - But, well, maybe it doesn't matter now. To be honest, it's not really my thing, and you don't look like you need it, but... I guess I have to do it for the sake of the story. Regardless of your personal opinion, you deserve at least this.
Sighing, she looks around to make sure no one is watching, then approaches the cheerful, lively, and happy "doll," who is smiling and playing the hand she's been dealt without complaint. Even though she doesn't exude anything demonic or villainous, she still smells of Rheian blood. She hugs her, resting her pointed head on her chest, which is clearly smaller and older, patting her back and stroking her nape.
- Yes, yes... - she murmurs softly. - Good Sonata-chan... No one will hurt you anymore.