Valaria ranned like a madman.
Her clothing, drenched in the blood of Cheshire whom she carried on her back, was soaked red.
She didn't know why she carried Cheshire's corpse.
Regret or guilt.
It was none of that… just a shallow delusion that the girl on her back wasn't beyond saving.
Cheshire was dead, but maybe there did exist magic that could revive the dead.
She wanted to believe that childish urge of hers, so she kept Cheshire close while fleeing for her life.
"You are rather sentimental."
As she made a beeline towards the school building to hide, something—no, someone—landed in front of her, the resulting feedback launching her backward.
"No."
As she crashed onto the ground, she managed to spin just in time to reduce the impact on Cheshire.
"I guess you are a child after all."
Having scraped her body against the ground, she bit her lips to keep the pain in check before gently pushing Cheshire's body off her.
