Pretty Girl stood silently by the window, gazing at the young man sweeping the square. In her eyes, there was a hint of contemplative thought.
After returning, she had actually been pondering a question all along.
Why? Why had she suddenly shown mercy that day?
It was that day when she circled back to the place where she had annihilated the four Eighth Stage Winged Tigers, ready to collect the spoils. That's when she encountered him, and he even went so far as to reveal his identity as "Orange Redemption." Pretty Girl never believed that an individual with the mark of Orange Redemption could possibly know her top-secret identity, so she did not hesitate to strike at him.
But for some unfathomable reason, just as she was about to kill her opponent with the Peacock feather, or at the very least inject him with the Power of Space Segregation, she suddenly felt an intense premonition. It was as if killing him would bring about some terrible cataclysm.
