Chapter 8: Eight: I'll Offer a Reaped Flower, Even if I Must Cast My Own Away
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The woman let out a high, loud, shrieking scream, then crouched down on the spot.
"Sis... Big Sis..."
The woman took two or three breaths to compose herself, then slowly, weakly, stood up.
The woman's face seemed to resemble that of the corpse she was holding. She was a little paler, though. And her black hair was tied up, which was another difference.
However, the quality of her magic... the sensation coming from the woman was different from what the corpse had conveyed.
Eventually, the woman slowly began to inch closer.
"...Give her back..."
Her back was hunched, only her face lifted, her staggering form staring up at Coai... she looked like a beast writhing in the agony of starvation.
"Give her back... Give my sister back!!"
After taking about ten steps, the woman raised her voice. As if in time with her cry, she took a powerful step forward, standing defiantly before Coai as if to confront her head-on.