Natasha rolled her eyes as she drank soup from her bowl, looking at Schiller. "What do you mean? What does that have to do with you not changing your appearance?"
"My appearance is an anchor I set for myself. It represents the different roles I play, and it cannot be changed casually." Schiller flipped the pancake over. "Though it may not seem like it, some autistic traits do exist in me. You'll find that many autistic people dislike change because they treat the things they have accepted as anchors."
"When anchors exist, they feel calm and relaxed. But if the things they use as anchors change, it makes us nervous and uneasy."
"Pride likes circles, so he values umbrellas greatly. I prefer squares, which is why you always see me holding a medical chart. The same applies to our appearances."
"It's not that they can't be changed at all, but doing so might distract us. Providing psychotherapy to others in that state would be rather unprofessional."
Schiller had explained it clearly enough. In short, he was sick. The others therefore did not press the matter any further.
"So what are you going to do?" Lucifer sighed. "I can erase their memories of Battleworld, but surely you can't become famous once and have me alter everyone's memories once? That would become a mess."
Schiller clearly knew that this was a problem with almost no solution.
No matter which Schiller it was, his style was always infinitely close to that of a mastermind behind the scenes. Even his more violent personalities rarely solved problems through pure force. To Schiller, violence was always the lowest-priority option.
But that led to a problem: the grand plans he devised were bound to involve a vast number of people. Compared with those who favored brute force,