Lillian smiled wryly, watching as the television replayed her moments inside the competition.
Why did she look so... bloodthirsty? Would that be the right word?
Both she and her mother let out an unconscious gasp as they watched Lillian's foot dig into the crotch of a certain annoying blood mage.
Was there a need for her to do that? Surely, she could've dispatched him a lot less... mercilessly.
Soon enough, Marionette returned from the bathroom and sat beside her, just in time for her fight with Lincoln and Paul.
While watching the fight, she couldn't help but wonder as she caught a glimpse of the rope of her necklace.
She glanced down at her own, gazing at it before bringing her attention back to the screen. Could it be that she was more brutal due to the number of people watching her fight?
'It must be it...'
After a bit, they got to the part where Marionette began to quietly berate her.
"You could've easily beat him there."
