"I am not doing this because I want to bring him back."
"W-What…?"
Vexarion's expression changed, and Sharnoth's crimson eyes shined even more intensely—almost horrifyingly intensely.
"I am doing this because it's fun~"
She spoke as her grin widened even further.
And Vexarion…
He… he couldn't say anything.
For a long moment, there was silence.
The words hung in the air like poison.
Vexarion stared at her—no, at it—and finally understood what stood before him.
This wasn't madness.
No, no, no, no—
It was something far, far worse.
Something beyond… reason.
The woman—or whoever it was in front of him—wasn't angry.
She wasn't grieving.
She was simply… amused.
Her smile never faltered, her crimson eyes never blinked.
She looked at him the way a child might look at a toy that refused to break.
And in that instant, Vexarion realized something terrifying—there was nothing he could say that would change anything.
He could threaten, plead, curse, or reason—it didn't matter.
