Ever since Lin Qiye sealed Chaos in the fifth ward, four years had passed.
Over those four years, Lin Qiye had tried countless methods to kill him completely—Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, the power of the Seraph, forbidden spells... But no matter what method he used, Chaos would regenerate afterward, then whisper devilishly in his ear all day, constantly seeking out his emotional weak points to open a breach and corrupt his mind.
For instance, when Charles had just reported on the possibility of Nyx's death, Chaos had immediately gloated in his ear:
"Haha, your mom's dead!"
That single remark at such a critical moment had nearly shattered Lin Qiye's already anxious and worried state of mind!
Although this occasional "harassment" could hardly have a fundamental impact on Lin Qiye's state of mind, he truly had suffered quite a bit during the early days. To outsiders, he had even become somewhat irritable and neurotic. But as he continually adjusted himself, he gradually got used to it.
"Qiye, you're here?"
Just then, Li Yifei's delighted voice came from nearby.
He glanced at the blood on Lin Qiye's fist, then at Chaos inside the ward. "Killed him today?"
"I did... Still no use." Lin Qiye shook his head. "Did you give him his medicine today?"
"Not yet. I was just about to." Li Yifei raised his right hand. Clutched tightly in it was the oversized tea mug Merlin had once used. Only, it no longer held tea, but was crammed full of pills and capsules.
The pills and capsules varied in color and size. At a glance, there were at least a hundred of them, carrying an indescribable smell.
"This one's for depression, this one's for schizophrenia, this one's for mania, this one's for delusional disorder, this one is... Huh? What was this one for again?"