Grant questioned with a crooked gaze.
"What the hell are you? That power... it's similar to the Outer Gods, yet different. Hmm, it's alien."
"This? Well, wanna guess? Ah, first, should I smash that face of yours?"
Angela subtly lifted her dress hem, revealing her thigh. She smiled with her eyes, as if seducing him, yet hid a blade in her mouth.
Grant muttered as if chewing on the words.
"Crazy bitch."
"And you're impersonating the man I like. What are you, really? A nasty guy like you... I seriously want to rip your balls off and shove them down your throat, you know? Heh♥"
Angela sent a pure smile, like a spring maiden.
That sight seemed even more alien to Grant. She was a woman who didn't seem normal at all.
"To be doing something like that while covered in demonic energy from head to toe. And when I read her emotions, there's not a single lie. More than anything... why do I feel star-killing power from that woman?"
