"This was really interesting. Hmm, how should I put it? I really wanted to watch some smut of Triss playing hard to get!" Using the status of White Horse is Not a Horse, Sno cast his gaze toward Triss and quickly figured out her current condition.
Although the XP system reacted, followed closely by the malicious-fun system launching a vote, Sno's rationality still vetoed it outright.
Triss had probably digested her Witch potion almost completely. As long as he gave her the formula, she could soon become a Sequence Six combatant. Even setting aside a Witch's utility, her combat power alone made her exceptionally valuable.
If he allowed her to be, ahem~~, now, his previous investment would probably go completely down the drain.
Without hesitation, Sno immediately used Origin Quality to enhance Pavlov's Dog's Consciousness Projection ability—similar to K's paper angels. Empowered by boundless spirituality, his consciousness crossed thousands of miles and projected itself onto Triss.
Having just finished praying, Triss waited quietly, slowly passing from hope into despair. Though it was only a brief silence, she began to worry whether that great existence would respond to her.
And even if it truly did respond, what could it do?
Grant her immense power?
Or directly send a demigod to help her escape?
Though she did not want to belittle herself, Triss knew very well that she was not worth that much.
However, just as she struggled and hesitated, awaiting the final Judgment, her body suddenly moved.
"The restraints are gone?" Triss was overjoyed, but in the next moment, she realized something was wrong.
She could still feel the spider silk binding her, yet her body seemed to ignore those restraints and began moving on its own, as though... some force was controlling it?
"Is this... the power of that