Establishing suggestions

How should she respond if the other party exposed her identity outright?

Before Audrey "invited" her to this salon, Angel had considered this question many times. She had even discussed it with the psychology expert, Miss Justice, and prepared several contingency plans.

Thus, when Hvin Rambis directly uttered the words "Demoness of Pleasure," she felt no nervousness at all. She even wanted to laugh a little.

Of course, that was not because she had anticipated it, but because his conclusion was wildly off the mark.

"Y-you are?"

She stammered out the question, her gaze instinctively turning toward the door she had closed behind her. Invisible threads spread out far more slowly than usual, forming a web throughout the room and gradually extending toward the elderly man at its center.

"There's no need to be nervous, Miss Theresa. I'm Audrey's friend, and so are you. This is merely a conversation between friends."

Noticing her obvious fear and resistance, and that she was even about to enter a combat-ready state, Hvin chuckled again. He sat back down on the sofa first to indicate that he had no intention of fighting, then pointed to another armchair beside him and said:

"Sit down. Let's have a proper talk."

The kindly old man's words carried an inherently persuasive charm, like a university professor patiently instructing his students. Angel nodded involuntarily, her hostility visibly diminishing.

She glanced once more at the tightly closed door, slowly approached the sofa, and sank into its comfortable upholstery. Surrounded by the soft cushions and armrests, she relaxed.

At that moment, however, another Angel, detached from herself and with a perspective that seemed to float in the air, coldly observed her own behavior and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Since she had already known he was a demigod, she should not