My words seemed to provoke Minuet—she clenched her teeth.

"Help? Help with what? What could you possibly do to help me?"

"Just listen."

"Oh, so now that things have come to this, you think I’m a joke? Save your nonsense and get lost. I don’t care why you’re acting like this—I won’t tolerate it anymore."

"I’m not spouting nonsense because I trust Cruello."

"You—"

"Sister."

The sudden call stopped Minuet in her tracks.

"You owe me a favor, don’t you? From when I summoned Gavotte’s Byopseeds for him."

"That debt is with Gavotte, not me."

I would have liked to just knock her out too, but she needed to stay awake.

So I had to rely on her sense of responsibility instead.

I smiled.

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"I’m collecting on that debt now."

"Everything that happens from now on—keep it a secret."

Whispering those words, I turned away and walked toward the waterspout, with Presto following me.

It was ridiculous how obedient the spirit was, as if it had forgotten its own master.

And yet, strangely, it looked natural.

"What the hell is she doing?" Minuet muttered to herself.

As she watched Siora’s golden hair, soaked and disheveled by the storm, an inexplicable feeling crept up on her.

A sense that something was about to happen.

"What a stupid idea."

Standing around wouldn’t solve anything.

Shaking off her thoughts, Minuet reached out to grab Siora—

But the Duke, who had been silent until now, stepped in her way, blocking her with an illusion that obscured the surroundings.

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