You're being a little too extreme.
"Then toward them—"
"Yes!" When Phantom pointed at the Precure she had sealed away, Ash excitedly cut him off before he could finish. "I like Pretty Cure, so—I want Pretty Cure! I do, I really do!"
As Ash clenched his fist and sweated profusely, Phantom could not tell whether the fanaticism on his face was an act or genuine.
"So, I want Pretty Cure to be my wives!"
"I want to build a super ultimate Happy huuuuge harem filled entirely with Precure!!!"
Faced with Ash's loud declaration, brazen and flamboyant—or rather, shameless, given the nature of his words—Phantom, who had lost to this man twice and whose favorability toward him had been below "disgust" from the very beginning, could only stare in stunned disbelief with an expression that said, "What nonsense? I can't understand it." Naturally, Ash gave a smug snort, thoroughly pleased with his reaction.
Hmph. You might call yourselves old Yokai who have lived for centuries, but you're still far too green before a "young man" like me~
Now I've diverted his attention. He won't get another chance to keep watching this little secret over here... huh?
Though Phantom truly had stopped caring about what Ash intended to stir up in the Pretty Cure Graveyard, as he stared at Ash after that loud proclamation, the anger and disgust in his eyes were joined by a wariness that instantly increased tenfold—no, ninefold!
Wait, I'm the one going crazy over Pretty Cure. Why are you, a Pretty Cure villain, suddenly on guard for your enemies... could it be?
And another little secret, like the First Legion's?
Seeing Ash turn back toward the Precure and start giving another sinister smile, Phantom somehow felt pity for the Pretty Cure he had defeated.
I thought that, as