True Love

A few minutes before, Sora was having her own peril. Standing in front of a pink-haired Yugen Tama-Artist who just occurred to be rushing in the direction where she left her boss - a total coincidence, right?

"This is as far as you go," Sora said coldly, her voice echoing throughout the snow.

Sumire sneered back at her, "Get out of the way! I already know where Lucien-sama is thanks to the odorless perfume I sprinkled on his hair a while back! Even a walking profound beast like Tsukino-sama doesn't know it!"

Sora's face found itself frowning in disgust, "What's wrong with you?! Do you know how creepy that is?!"

Sumire laughed in disdain, "What's creepy about loving someone: unlike you, I can die for him."

Sora found no words to say about Sumire's behavior. She wanted to call out pervert, but the pink-haired was just too obsessed: she was too lustful; she wanted Lucien from head to toe - even his soul.