Who was Reze?
She was the Bomb Devil who wasn't even afraid of death.
Upon hearing the word "trophy," Reze's green eyes, which had still held a hint of playfulness, instantly turned cold. Her brows furrowed tightly; she was clearly provoked into a genuine rage.
"Value? Don't make me laugh."
"Sumire-chan isn't the kind of profit-seeking scum who..."
Perona, floating in mid-air, also changed her expression, immediately nodding in agreement like a swaying blade of grass: "That's right, that's right! Sumire My Lord values feelings above all else! She's not the kind of person who only cares about profit! Makima, what you said is way too much!"
Reze ignored the ghost who was just watching the fun. She suddenly reached out and provocatively grabbed Makima's hanging tie, giving it a sharp tug that forced Makima to stumble half a step forward.
The faces of the two instantly became extremely close.
Their noses almost touched.
Green-eyed madness and golden arrogance seemed to collide violently in the air.
Reze lowered her voice, speaking each word deliberately so that only the three of them could hear:
"I have already dedicated everything to Sumire-chan—my body, soul, heart... I am willing to give my life for her at any moment."
"As for you... I don't know what you're plotting, Control Devil, but I'm warning you: don't even think about having any ill intentions toward Sumire-chan."
It seemed that day's nightmare still had an impact on Reze.
Even though Makima was also an Incarnation and they even knew what each other was thinking, Reze still didn't trust Makima.
After all, as fellow wicked women, when it came to "evil," Makima's level was unsurpassed by anyone present.
Facing this blunt threat, Makima didn't pull away from the tie. Looking at the protective Reze, she instead let out a light chuckle, her tone composed: "I can do those things too. I am naturally willing to give everything for Master Sumire, even my life. But you..."
Seeing that their argument was about to escalate into a Yandere competition over "who is more willing to die for Sumire."
Sandwiched between the two women and being fought over like a trophy, Sumire finally reached the end of her patience.
"Enough!!!"
Sumire suddenly sat up from the carpet.
Although she was small and not as strong as these two monsters, her aura at this moment was unexpectedly forceful.
She reached out with both hands—
Her left hand grabbed Reze's delicate and smooth little face and pulled outward.
Her right hand pinched Makima's cold and beautiful cheek and gave it a tug.
"Whu? Sumire-chan... what are you doing... it hurts..."
"Mhm... Master?"
The faces of the two female devil bosses were instantly pinched out of shape.
The atmosphere that had been at daggers drawn just a moment ago suddenly shifted from serious to ridiculous.
"You two, can you stop talking about dying every time you open your mouths?" Sumire glared at them huffily, displaying the dignity a main body should have: "That's enough! Stop arguing! It wasn't easy for us to get together; if you keep fighting, I'll really be unhappy!"
"...I'm sorry, Sumire-chan."
Reze immediately let go of the tie, becoming as well-behaved as a cat that had done something wrong.
"My apologies, Master, I was out of line."
Makima also lowered her head, letting Sumire pinch her face, her voice submissive.
Seeing that the two had settled down, Sumire finally let go.
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