"Wh... Why is that?"
Liya didn't understand. She had worked so hard to make everything the best it could be for this. She thought she would earn Lawrence's recognition, but in the end, it was like this.
She tried very hard not to let any emotional tremors show, but she couldn't help feeling a wave of disappointment.
"This world is a grand performance, a bustling stage!"
Lawrence spread his hands, his aged voice full of emotion.
"Everyone is playing different roles in the performance, protagonists, antagonists, main characters, supporting ones... or perhaps spectators."
He reached out, gently stroking Liya's head, as if comforting her.
"Are you saying this isn't my role?" Liya asked.
Lawrence nodded, affirming her statement.
"Yes, on this stage, there are already too many monsters. There is no need for new ones."
"But..."
"You also have your role, your performance, Liya."
"What is it then?"
