Ryuji felt a strange sensation. The weird strand he tore apart dangled in the air once again... It reached for Sariel, who buried her face in his chest once he complimented her.
He looked at the dull, fading strand and couldn't help but feel confused. There was no danger or threat from the thread; instead, he felt desperation, something begging for help... a plea... so he stretched out his hand.
The moment it touched his fingertips.
'Wait!! Don't sever me again! I promise I won't do anything strange!'
Ryuji blinked his eyes, seeing a faint string in his grasp, a voice begging for help.
'Hmm, then come out and say hello.'
'!!' The voice seemed to panic as if never expecting him to respond, while Ryuji hugged Sariel in his arms tightly, stroking her silky soft hair with his opposite hand because he could see...
A faint outline of the beautiful woman with a world-class face, chained in some dark, damp dungeon.
