"What are you afraid of?
Afraid you are… or afraid you're not?"
Rita realized—
She was afraid she wasn't.
Lightchaser had affected her too deeply—too strongly.
She was powerful, dangerous, fearless, and absolutely free.
Every day of her life was different.
She knew all sorts of beings but wasn't bound by any of them.
She didn't sulk at home or complain like Scarlett or Samuel. Anything that annoyed her—she just crushed it.
She was always calm, never flustered.
No person or event could make her waver.
Lightchaser was a being untouched by chains.
And cubs… they express their admiration by imitating, by chasing after what they admire.
With the full power of her dramatic little heart blazing in her chest, Rita clenched her fists and silently screamed:
Come on, wicked divine gift! I'm ready!
The moment she swallowed the berry, a strange voice echoed in her head:
[Congratulations, ■■Rita login successful.]
