Meanwhile, a mysterious support descended upon her, a high-level authority granted by the Magic Network. It made her feel as if she herself was a god of this Magic Net World, capable of anything as long as she stayed there.
Normally, Artie would have enjoyed this feeling of holding power, but now...
"Yo, you finally made it, my future little sidekick."
Artie's soul projection had just opened her eyes when she heard that familiar, terrifying voice.
Little Lolita turned her head and saw another soul projection beside her, shockingly the clown woman with the clown mask.
"Ah, you're here too?"
Artie let out a shocked cry, then immediately took off running.
She ran so fast in this Magic Web Space that her little legs seemed to blur into winged feet; after all, this was a virtual space where anything imaginable was possible.
As a result, Little Lolita's legs almost turned into cartoonish circular phantoms,
yet that hair-raising voice followed her incessantly.
