"That woman, oh, right, right, it turns out it's her, no wonder she seemed so familiar."
In a different-dimensional space, three traders returned from the Avalon World, a place where they had rested for countless ages.
It was also here that they quietly gazed upon Miracle Mainland, neither entangling themselves nor intervening too much.
"Whom are you talking about?"
"The one with the gun earlier."
The Crying Woman had a scuffle with Sister once, "Even though her appearance has changed, that feeling is unmistakable, I could recognize her even if she turned to ashes, it's definitely her."
"You actually remember! Pffhahaha!"
Smiling Face, as neurotic as ever, laughed, "Do I know her? Do I recognize her? Is she an acquaintance of mine?"
"What's your relationship with her," Wrath asked disdainfully, "When she was riding high, you were still playing with mud for Tirion."
"Hahaha, mud, pffhaha, that's hilarious."