Watching her sister play with such wholehearted delight like a child, Oksis could not help feeling both amused and helpless. He knew very well that Mimibes was rational and serious most of the time, but at other times... the Candy Merchant could always reveal the cheerful, childlike side of her personality, just as she was doing now.
However, as a "dignified and imposing" older sister, Mimibes was not about to listen to her little brother's advice. So, even after noticing Oksis's worried gaze, the free-spirited little merchant merely curled her lips and answered casually while watching the images relayed by psychic fluctuations:
"Relax, it's fine. Mr. Whisper of Destruction isn't such a petty person. He'll definitely understand how boring it is for a girl to be locked in a pitch-black basement for so long, won't he? Of course, if Mr. Sai'an decides to punish me, I'll definitely cry in a very pretty voice. If I can seduce that iceberg-like spellcaster then, I'll really have hit the jackpot. Though anyone can tell that hope is unbelievably slim."
"..."
Fine. In the worldview of Hell Devils, one's own beauty was naturally a form of wealth and a weapon. Although such things were nearly useless in the legendary realm, most Professionals of Evil alignment would not mind trying if the opportunity arose.
Just as Mimibes had said, failure did not matter; success meant profit. After all, it was not hard for anyone to see that ever since The Executors had first been established, the little merchant had been trying to get closer to Punk.
Unfortunately, the busy spellcaster regarded incompetent subordinates only as burdens. Now that he still had not returned to the "venue," both Oksis and Mimibes were nothing more than fragile "artifacts" to be handed back to His Excellency the Blazing