"A tree branch?" Hearing Olivia's words, Anna's pupils narrowed slightly. The image of the monstrous flesh-and-blood tree Charles had conjured rose up in her mind.
Back then, it was Anna who orchestrated Charles's appearance. She'd witnessed his final departure with her own eyes and seen his hastily assembled tree-body dissolve into a pool of blood.
If Charles wanted to leave behind some branch, it should've been for me, not for someone else. Don't tell me that bastard is hiding something from me? What's he planning now? Isn't he addicted to playing savior? Didn't he recklessly dive into the Abyss-Sea to mess with Futan? The Earth's surface is quiet; what kind of contingency could he be leaving up here? But if this was meant for me, that doesn't add up either. I already died once, and he didn't make a move then.
Suddenly, she stopped, looming over Olivia, who was curled up in the corner.
