After a brief pause, Byme asked, "Since when did Cicada take the surname BS?"
Rita let out a cold laugh.
"I knew it. Vineborne love lying. You said I was someone she rarely mentioned, and yet you know about BSCicada."
Byme cleared her throat, completely unapologetic.
"I said rarely, not only."
Rita didn't bother arguing further. She got straight to the point.
"So this painting has a problem. It's probably the key to how she tampered with and controlled your memories. Want to try destroying it?"
Byme didn't refuse.
Compared to finding the truth, destroying a fake painting in her memory meant nothing.
Black quicksand began to flow through the air, spreading over the canvas in Deceitful Bloom's hands.
At that exact moment, Deceitful Bloom suddenly stopped.
She lifted her gaze and looked straight at Rita.
It was a precise look. One that cut through the barrier of memory and landed directly on the outsider standing inside it.
But it lasted only a moment.
