The Contaminated Offer Mercy's Eye

Aleister grabbed Little Crow with one hand and leisurely descended through the large hole that had just been blasted open in the bedroom.

Although jumping straight down would not have hurt her at all, Aleister did not want to soil her skirt.

—Come to think of it, that was strange.

She did not know when it had begun... but Aleister felt that she was becoming increasingly concerned with her image. Even when killing someone, she always had to pay attention to elegance.

It was almost as though... if she made a fool of herself or caused trouble on her side, it would embarrass Iver.

...That feeling was rather like how a big shot would still try to mind their words when using an alternate account on social media, lest their account be exposed in the future and bring a bad reputation to their main account.

When she landed, Aleister released Little Crow and let the Night Demon fly freely behind her.

The Mirror Demon naturally could not be brought down, so it could only wait on the ground for their return.

The basement that had been blown open was now a complete mess.

It was clear that this had once been a Ritual Site of considerable size—Aleister could even see the scattered remnants of the ritual traces that had been blown apart. The Ritual Array that had once been carved into the stone had become one broken fragment after another, scattered all over the floor.

From here, she could also see some "Blood Packs" who had once been confined here.

They seemed to have been lovers of Alphons. They did not look very old; the oldest was probably only twenty-three or twenty-four. They wore no prison clothes or restraints, but loose, even somewhat provocative pajamas. Nor did they have shackles