"Could it be that we're facing something similar to last time?"

"Surely not. Mira has gone this time, so it should be fine."

"I think so too, but..."

While Leona was receiving updates from the goddess about Mira's situation, Rosaria murmured with a serious expression. The memory of being trapped in time was still too vivid.

The sensation of feeling everything but being unable to move anything, where nothing could be changed, was nothing short of horrifying.

It was fortunate that Mira came to rescue them, but what if she hadn’t? What if Mira had lost, and it was Aria who had come instead?

All four of them would have either starved to death, been driven insane by that madwoman, or been tormented to death in a grotesque manner.

Each scenario was equally dreadful. Rosaria shuddered.

"Let's at least open a window."

"It might seem like an overreaction..."@@novelbin@@

Rosaria, having spooked herself with her own thoughts, flung the window wide open. Laura looked at her with a face full of disdain.

At that very moment.

—KRRRRRNNNG!

The ground shook violently, and a deafening roar echoed, shaking the world. The teacups and plates neatly arranged on the table flipped over.

"What, what is this?! What's happening again?!"

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