"Another similar flower, huh." Sylvie shook her head.
"You're not happy?"
Emperor Nokron said, "The entire network is constantly cheering for you, considering you a hero who saved all of humanity, chanting Angelle, Wadon, Susan...."
They've been cheering for half the day.
"The evaluation of me is exaggerated."
"I never did anything for them."
Sylvie sat on a large rock, somewhat troubled, "They watch those movie plots, one twist after another, yet overlook the biggest twist."
"It's a stage, and we're just actors on it." The girl appeared helpless.
"Even those cheering crowds below, those people passionately commenting and shouting online, are roles of spectators from an ancient piece of history."
That's just history!
Taking the roles from history, the brilliance of a civilization's roar, the tear-shedding eras, as one's real self, how absurd is that?
The more people praise her on the internet, the more it terrifies her, sending shivers down her spine.
