"Good evening."
The first time Lemule met Yisli was after her sister's accident.
The fallen Sakota stood in front of the hospital bed, holding three more guns in his arms in addition to his own protective gun on his back.
One belonged to her sister, one belonged to Mostima, and one belonged to her sister's friend.
The sister lay silently on the hospital bed, Mostima chose to stay away, and the friend disappeared without a trace. Only Liboli named Fiametta left here angrily.
"Empathy is selfish, isn't it?"
She could only feel the faint dissatisfaction coming from the other party. Not to friends, not to Fiametta, not to anyone but Rutland.
"Rutland isn't really paradise, is it?"
The polite defender who had only appeared in her sister's words before expressed to her her impolite dissatisfaction with the things that she had to protect with her life.
Until she was with Yisli later, Lemule couldn't remember why.
Maybe it was because the other party provided her with bombs when they bombed the school, maybe it was because she was too comfortable wandering around with the other party, or maybe she had long been curious about her sister's words.
In short, the relationship between them is traceable.
"If you have a chance, go to Rutland. Feel the paradise of Sakota." Islay often said.
Yisli is a defender of morality.
Yisli was an apostate.
Yisli was the only one not favored by God.
Intention: It's just your love and my wish.