"Lord Becta, handsome, dashing, invincible, and valiant!"
Mr. Heart City adjusted his square-framed glasses, wearing a nauseatingly fawning smile as he knelt before a lofty throne.
Becta lounged arrogantly on his throne, one leg resting on the armrest and his lower leg swinging back and forth. He narrowed his eyes in enjoyment. "Keep talking if you're so good at it."
After Dr. Fika was captured, the Human World's chief lackey responsible for communicating with the Barian became Mr. Heart City.
With his own superior captured, Mr. Heart City had instead been promoted to fill the vacancy. He could now come directly to the Barian World to meet the Seven Emperors.
From Becta's perspective, whatever else might be said, this human was quite skilled at sucking up. Flattery had no practical use, but it sure felt good.
Having received permission, Mr. Heart City hurriedly launched into another round of lavish praise. He practically racked his brains and used every flattering word he knew. It could be called the culmination of a lifetime's study.
Once he was done, Becta was delighted and expressed great satisfaction with the service. He casually raised a hand and pointed. A clump of dark red light gathered at his fingertip, then shot through the air toward Mr. Heart City's brow.
"Lord Becta!"
Mr. Heart City's expression changed drastically at first. He thought he had offended Becta somehow and provoked his displeasure, causing him to attack. But the red light quickly entered his forehead, and he felt no pain at all. Instead, it felt... pleasant?
It was as though something had entered his body, unlocking some unknown domain within him and releasing a forbidden pleasure toward his brain.
"Th-This is!"
Mr. Heart City looked at the card gathering in his hand. The card's outline faintly emerged within the