"Pfft."
The sensation beneath his lightly touching fingertips was soft and elastic.
"Smack!"
The direct flick of his finger felt like a baby's skin.
Yet the icy eyes on that smooth cheek were silently staring at him.
"...Three years old?" The woman closed her eyes. Her voice was as inorganic as ever, but Lu PingAn could hear a trace of helplessness in it.
"Uh, if we're counting from the time of Rebirth, then that's about right."
The Pactbearer spoke the truth as always, yet he smiled at the woman before him.
The original Chris had been incorporeal, only able to briefly acquire a physical form when serving the Courtyard.
But what Lu PingAn was touching now was no different from an ordinary physical body. What surprised him, though, was that Big Cat had materialized right in front of him, yet he could not sense any "threat" from her at all.
This had nothing to do with hostility. A High-Level Professional was a source of contamination in itself, and simply having one standing before another Professional would naturally make the latter feel threatened.
"...I'm still only part of the Courtyard. I can't leave."
The praying Nun, her hands clenched into fists, sighed. She seemed somewhat regretful, but Lu PingAn let out a breath of relief.
Although the restraints remaining in effect was within his expectations, if they had somehow come loose, that would have been a real problem.
The more Lu PingAn understood the world of Professionals, the more certain he became that his victory back then had been incredibly lucky. The accumulated power of most so-called gods in this world probably could not compare to the completely immobile "Nun" before him.
"...Eve?"
"I finally get to hug Mom-Sis when she can't fight back!"
While Lu Mouren was speaking with Chris,