At this point, Malin stood up, the Fio that had transformed into a chair, along with her friend, reverted back to their original form and returned to Malin's arms.
"But to me, they are priceless treasures, the beauty that I must protect... Please begin the distortion, as I cannot bring myself to harm you in this state," Malin's smile had a touch of bitterness, "I beg you... give me a reason not to violate my conscience and kill you."
"No! You can't kill Sister Mira!" Wasp screamed, shielding the pouch in front of her with her hands.
No, Wasp, put down your hands, okay? I am your sister Mira.
Mira's call ultimately made Wasp lower her hands, and together with her sister, they looked at Malin with their lightless insectoid eyes.
I feel the struggle in your heart; the owners of these names must hold a very important place within it... How envious, if only I could be that important to him.
After saying this, Mira fell silent for a moment, then continued:
