"Has the Imperial Sister left?"
After watching the Dragon Emperor's imposing figure depart, a voice dripping with laziness came from behind the Hero.
Soon after, a pair of lotus arms extended from behind, encircling her neck.
The Depraved Hero seemed too lazy to even stand, hanging limply on her back and pressing her full weight without reservation.
"I thought you would at least call her 'sister~' or something?"
Feeling the warmth pressing against her, the Hero shook her head helplessly.
"Those are just dreams, after all. They're different from reality."
She gently ran her right hand over her left wrist, a phantom blue bracelet appeared, only to quietly vanish as her fingers departed.
Though in the Wandering Theater, the line between reality and fantasy blurred, that dream indeed affected reality.
But the Hero decided to treat it all as a dream.
"Besides, doing that would be too disrespectful to the Imperial Sister."
