"May I have this dance with you? Hehe." Lillian asked, her hand stretched out for the low-spirited Assassin to take—unaware of the misunderstandings brewed about her.
Marionette stared at the hand with trembling eyes, her hand slowly dropping from her mouth.
She knew this voice; there was no way she wouldn't be able to recognise it! On top of that, the person standing before her looked completely human and alive—an exception to her horrible Flaw!
Marionette knew the person in front of her was, without a doubt, Lillian. But there was one thing she didn't and desperately wanted to know...
'Why is she here...?'
Damien, who had ceased his approach, stood behind Marionette with a dark glint in his eyes. He glanced between Marionette and Lillian before settling his gaze on the Rabbit's mask.
His eyes then flashed with recognition, 'That's the blondie's mask, what's her name... Viremont! Why is it with this man?!'
