If she truly killed herself, would Li Aozi feel sad?
Probably not, for she was nothing, and despite Li Aozi's clear dislike, she had stubbornly clung to him.
She lifted her hand and covered her head, her pale hair taking the shape of feathers, cascading down to the ground like a waterfall.
—Such a self was utterly despicable.
'Secret...'
Her transformation was all the Secret's fault.
It was Gaia from the Secret Society, constantly calling and tempting her, that had turned her into such a hideous monster.
She called herself a 'Tailor,' a noble Senator.
But Gaia never mentioned—becoming a citizen of the Secret meant sacrificing a 'price.'
In the cold and terrifying black desert of the Outer World, when she was confused and struggling, the Secret extended a helping hand, a lifeline.
Since it saved her life, paying a little price as compensation seemed understandable.
But was this price... too heavy?
'Confidence.'