Ash had originally planned to try sealing the boss's power inside a stamp, synchronizing it with his Driver like a traditional demon stamp so he could harness the immense power within. But the results had been far from successful. If he forcibly raised the output level of the Desert Apostles' power contained in the stamp, Ash could practically foresee the outcome with his eyes closed: either he would drain himself to death on the spot before transforming, or the stamp's energy would trigger a chain reaction and blow him to death. And if he restricted its output, there would be no point in making himself a cheat device by hand.
"Hey, how's it looking in there?" Ash patted the Driver's casing. After a while, Kain crawled out from the panel, his head alone wearing the same annoyed expression as Ash.
"Honestly, if you keep ordering me around like this, I'm going on strike!"
Even if I am a demon, I'm still your personal demon! Making me crawl in there myself to calibrate the synchronization rate between the stamp and the Driver—do you know how suicidal that is? It's like throwing a newborn Kuuga into a Gurongi game!
"Even if you're my weakness, I don't think I have any weaknesses. So you need to do what needs doing."
"Hey, what happened to humans needing demons?!"
"That was what that bathhouse guy said. I just didn't comment on it; I never said I agreed." Even so, Ash began rubbing Kain's little head with increasingly practiced elf-petting techniques. "Thanks this time, seriously. Later, I'll have the other Pretty Cures cheer you up."
"Hmph, now that's more like it~"
Having received his promise, Kain was finally satisfied and began reporting on the situation inside.
"Anyway, the power in there is absolutely beyond anything Giff