"Eliansfil Special Executive, what are you doing?!"

Seeing Elian suddenly appear and actually helping the other party block his attack, Crono looked at her with a serious face and asked loudly. But Elian had no good attitude.

"Crono, go back and ask Aunt Lindy about the specific matters, she will tell you. If you attack my sister, I didn't let you go directly. Even if I'm polite, I'll leave first. Please listen to Aunt Lindy's next question."

After saying that, he turned around and left behind a back with only one long flying hair that could only be seen to Crono and Naye. A long pink and silver trace was drawn in the air and disappeared into the horizon. Fit's envoy Alph saw that Erian was holding Fit, and Fit did not resist at all. When he contacted this extremely obvious pink and silver hair, he immediately learned the identity of the visitor, and said nothing but followed silently.

"Elian!"

Naye screamed suddenly, but there was no time. From the time Elyan appeared to her departure with Fite, she didn't say a word to Naye at all. This made her feel a little frustrated. She had cooperated once before, but why did she not see each other for a while? It seemed that the relationship had become a passerby again?

At this time, holding Fite in his arms, Elian felt very uncomfortable. Now Fite's cheeks were sickly pale, and his dark red eyes were deeply tired, as if he had lost the source of energy. Although Fite tried to see Elian more seriously, his eyelids had begun to close unconsciously. His body was surrounded by Elian like a doll, and there was no more movement. The interlaced, deep or shallow, new or old scars on his body indicate her hard life this year...

"The devil over there, are you summoned by my sister?"

After finding that Fitt was so tired that he fell asleep, Elian turned his head slightly to look at the devil who followed him. Elian saw clearly the attack that Alph helped Fitt before, so he could easily determine the identity of the person in front of him.

"Yes, are you Eliansfil, Fitt's sister?"

Seeing Elian began to pay attention to him, Alv accelerated the speed and rushed to a position flush with Elian.

"Well, it's me. Why did Fite become like this?"

Although Erian did not indicate it, Alph knew what she was saying just by looking at Erian's worried and angry expression - Fit's scarred scar will inevitably attract everyone's first attention.

"It was made by that woman Precia. Since you disappeared, Fitt made me, and since I was created, Precia has often whipped Fitt. Sometimes that reason is simply trivial matters!"

Speaking of this, Alph's resentment on his face was already very obvious, and although Erian guessed the reason, he could not have imagined that this was true.

Presia finally couldn't maintain her normal sanity anymore.

In his heart, Elian recalled the completely different attitudes of Precia when he was still normal and Precia when he was crazy. What exactly did it lead to such a gentle mother becoming such a crazy magician? Elian was very puzzled.

Unwilling to cause trouble for the wind, Elian, hugged Fite and followed Alph to a room in a high-rise building, and then gently placed the sleeping Fite on the bed. After a long period of continuous battles and Presia's blind pressure, Fite, who lacked enough care, was exhausted. Finally, he saw Elian, a existence that made her completely relieved and relieved, and as soon as he relaxed, he could no longer resist the invasion of the Sandman and fell asleep peacefully.

And Ilian naturally would not disturb Fit, who was sleeping so quietly and sweetly, but just caressed the scars on Fitt's body to excitement.

"elder sister?"

After a while, a very soft voice suddenly came from the dark room, awakening Erian, who had fallen asleep without realizing it. She looked up and Fit, whose eyes were finally focused again, was looking at her in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Lilifett's slightly scattered blonde hair as she sat up, Elian answered in her unique, iconic soft voice.

"Isn't this a dream?"

Fetra, who seemed to be unbelievable, pulled down Erian to tidy up her soft hair and held it, feeling the little warmth, and then touched it as if recalling the touch of the past.

In response, Elian teased Fitt's nose.

"You, I've just been missing for a few days and it's like losing my soul. How dare I leave you half a step away from me?"

"It's indeed my sister!"

It was only then that I seemed to have confirmed the identity of Elian. Fitt suddenly plunged into Elian's arms, hugging Elian's slender waist tightly. The strength I used almost knocked Elian out of breath.

"Ahem...Fett, please be gentle."

"Ah! Sorry! Sorry!"

Hearing Erian's complaints and coughs, Fitt immediately started to bounce like a frightened deer, and his face flushed and apologized repeatedly, but why is the voice getting harder and harder to hear? It's too soft and weak, right?

"So cute~ hug~~"

Seeing the shy Fitt, Ilian, who had not seen Fitt improve his immunity for a while, couldn't help but pounce on him and pushed Fitt onto the bed. While holding him, he rubbed his face against Fitt's face, just like a kitten. The two of them's smooth pink silver and long golden hair naturally penetrated each other, as if they were supposed to be together.

"Ah, sister, it hurts!"

With a soft voice, Fitt made Elian feel more reluctant to let go, and he held her and was reluctant to let go. But he had to let go, because Fitt was really hurting.

Erian's movement just now touched some of Fit's wounds that had not healed yet.

"Is this what Precia did?"

He supported his upper body with both hands and looked at Fite lying under him, Erian's tone suddenly became serious.

"Um……"

Although I don't understand why Elian no longer calls Precia a mother, at least I still know the difference between adoptive daughter and having a daughter. Fitt didn't care much, but just avoided Elian's sudden serious eyes and tilted his head to one side, and at the same time he hummed almost imperceptibly.

"It seems that some things must be told to you."

After changing his posture, Erian knelt on the bed. At the same time, Fett sat up as he looked at the image magic that Erian suddenly released. The final effect of this magic was just a small round magic light screen, but Fett widened his eyes at this time.

Because the one that appears in the light screen is Precia, and it is Precia in normal state.

"Fett, are you doing well lately? But I think it's probably not so good, because I took out this video when I couldn't control myself anymore..."

Listening to Presia's soft voice, Fitt subconsciously wanted to cover his mouth, but only two fingers pointed at his lips, occasionally shaking his fingertips telling Erian her inner excitement.

"... Now I am gradually unable to control my behavior. You should have heard of schizophrenia. While I can still maintain my sanity, I recorded this video and handed it to Elian, so that she could pass it to you when necessary. Then I must say sorry to you - my dearest daughter. And Elian, although you are much more mature than Fitt, I must also say sorry. Mom has not been able to bring you happiness..."

Such a rational Presia was something that Fitte hadn't seen for a long time. At this moment, it seemed that all the beatings and scoldings had become illusions. Fitte was excited to forget that it was just a video, and unconsciously shook his head, wanting to say that he was actually happy. But the video naturally would not give her the chance to interrupt.

"...I know you will probably shake your head at this time. When I think of this possible scene, I feel even more sorry for you. Since Erian has taken out this video, it means that I have completely lost the rationality of a normal person. So please Fitt and Erian don't regard me as your mother anymore, because at this time Precia is no longer me and can no longer be competent for this identity. If necessary, kill her. Perhaps this way, I will really thank you more in my heart. Don't hesitate, you will need to judge the path you are going to take."

The short video ended here, but Fitt was unable to react for a long time, and Erian did not make any moves because she had to wait for Fitt to digest all the content in the video herself.

"Sister...Mom, she hasn't...hasn't she reached that step yet?"

A weak voice sounded, and Fitt's dark red eyes looked at Elian's face with expectation, trying to find the answer he hoped for from Elian's face, but unfortunately Elian was expressionless at this time.

"I decided to take out this video when I saw the scars on you, because no matter what, my mother wouldn't be able to whip you like this, and Precia would. But I still need to finally see it with my own eyes to confirm it. Now I just want to prepare you for your own mind. There may be no time at that time because Precia is so powerful."

Although they both refer to one person, the difference between the two names "Mom" and "Presia" is of extraordinary significance to Fite and Erian.

"Well...sister, if mom really becomes Precia, are we going to kill her?"

Although Iriyan has already been relying on her soul, Fitt has always been obedient to her mother before and has never disobeyed at all. The instructions she received this time were to kill herself, and Fitt was still in chaos. She didn't know whether she should follow this arrangement. After all, no matter what, it was her own mother.

"I'll do it if I need it then!"

Qingqing's soft voice was brought with her determination at this time, and Ilian made a decision for Fite. She would bear the charge of this crime of killing her mother.

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