"No need," Flossie Wright flatly refused. "I want to continue serving in the Forces."
After becoming Flossie Wright, she never thought about going back one day to replace Erina Taylor's former position.
Too unrealistic.
Even if she could forcefully suppress that group of people through violence and scheming, she could never become Erina Taylor.
Erina Taylor is Erina Taylor.
Flossie Wright is Flossie Wright.
They share memories, but it's impossible for them to share the same identity.
So, Flossie Wright had never asked Perry Reed about Slaughter, which she had founded with her own hands, nor about those brothers with whom she had faced life and death.
Because there's no going back, there's no need to ask.
But—
Now, at this moment, she suddenly wanted to ask, how those brothers from the past were faring.
"Ha," Perry Reed laughed lowly, but his tone was slightly annoyed. "Really can't tell if you're masochistic or just stupid."
"Both."
