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“Do you regret it? Killing her, I mean. Do you feel sorry for her? For… she was weak?” the hat asked with worry.Celsius froze. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The sudden shift in tone caught him off guard. But he gave a nonchalant shrug, his skeletal face twisting into a new grin.“Regret? Nope! Amigo, it was her fault for… being born weak. Her death was decided already, y’know? We’ve got to collect the”—"the deadly sins and corrupted virtues, in order to gain favors from the Goddess! Did I win?" Somber interrupted, its voice was dry, as if it had recited this same line a thousand times.“Gyohohoh! You always win, buddy!” Statistics Overall Score .star-101550-overall-ca2e94ef96124475894314f68d7769b8:after{ width: 0% } Style Score Story Score Grammar Score Character Score Total Views : 46 Average Views : 46 Followers : 0 Favorites : 0 Ratings : 0 Pages : 1 Advertisement Go to Table of Contents Mark as Not Interested Follow Favorite Read Later Fiction breaking rules? Report Advertisement Author バッドマーチ