The Most Enthusiastic Monster

If a person did not treat people as people, was he still human himself? If someone did not regard humanity as his own kind, then wasn't he a monster?

Klayya did not care that Evenson killed people, much less that he killed those defined as bad people. The only thing she cared about was Evenson. She neither believed nor accepted that the man she loved was such a monster.

Klayya suddenly turned a resentful glare on the Eredar Twins. She firmly believed—or rather, the way Evenson had always presented himself before her made Klayya believe—that he was not such a cold and heartless person. Therefore, this idea must have been instilled in him by someone else.

An aberration among aberrations, evil among evil—demons! It had to be these two demons, whose very existence represented chaos and evil, who had seduced Evenson. "It was you, wasn't it? It had to be you who taught Evenson this way of thinking! You led him step by step into depravity! You turned him into a monster!"

As Klayya's emotions surged, the power she had just obtained spilled out from within her. Pure black energy wrapped around her layer by layer, while tentacles seemingly composed entirely of shadow coiled and stretched around her pitch-black outer garment.

"Relax, relax." Faced with Klayya's terrifying form and her hoarse accusations, the Eredar Twins merely smiled sweetly and looked at her with amused eyes. "Never mind anyone else—if you keep this up, you'll be the first one to turn into a monster."

"Don't get worked up, Klayya." Evenson was nowhere near as unruffled as the Eredar Twins. He did not dare take Klayya's transformation lightly. "You still can't control this power. If this continues, you'll completely lose your mind."

"Hmph!" Klayya drew a deep breath and snorted. Her eyes,