Erika gazed around the darkness, getting a good look at everyone. There were giant robots to girls around her height, what a spectrum this "Redeemer" was picking from. Where these really some of the greatest people this guy could dig up? Almost all of them seemed worthless to Erika, why wouldn't they? Nobody could compare to her, besides her lovely master of course. She had been given the same blue hair as her master, so how could lowly pieces even match her, a Witch of Truth, a mind games expert, and The Detective, Erika Furudo.
The Detective was getting rather bored, that was until she heard a few familiar voices.
Yes, it had to be them.
" Well, if it isn't That Illusion of a Witch. Why would he call someone as lowly as you here? Why are you calling out to your precious Battler? He wasn't there for you for six years, why would he should up now? If he even did show up, he'd call you a whore and deny your existence. I'd say in Red that he would never come to your rescue, but My Master decided to be kind, and not allow me the ability to. By the end of our job, your precious little Battler will have my ring wrapped around his finger once more. Oh, isn't being you pitiful? And it seems like that pathetic theory is here as well.Black Battler? Hah, more like a baseless theory that shouldn't even be here. He is nothing like your sweet and kind Battler, right? Isn't he just a psychopath that doesn't care about love? That useless emotion you treasure so dear? Is this man so desperate that he has to call two illusions into this? Pathetic. It seems like the Multiverse will be destroyed, what a pity."
Erika was having a fun time. Hopefully, that little illusion would break down into tears. Yes, that would be perfect. Maybe the mission would become interesting that way.
" Say, Ange, don't you have anything to say to the person who killed your brother? What about the man who is impersonating him, and making him seem like the killer? I'm sure your blood is boiling just looking towards their ugly faces. "
