As she was escorted into the abandoned factory, she heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little old Lyria," Loveth's voice echoed while she sat on a cushioned chair, glancing down at Lyria.
Lyria glanced at her and asked, "W-why?" Her voice cracked a little since she hadn't spoken since she was abducted.
"Don't you know why? After stealing Fenric from me, what did you expect? He is attacking me currently because of you," Loveth said, after which a cruel smile came to life on her face.
"I want to see if, after your death, he would not come back to me."
Cutie had already flown to her side, shouting at the top of her voice, "Bad guy! I will fight you!" As she said this, she slapped her with her tiny hands. Though Loveth could not see her, Lyria smiled due to how funny the scene was.
"Are you really laughing in this situation?" Loveth glanced at her, wondering if Lyria had become foolish due to the news of her death.
"Tie her up," Loveth said to her subordinates.
