Iver was carried by Miss Bayard to the No. 1 Suite.
Miss Bayard was quite tall—Iver estimated her height at a glance and found that she was nearly 1.8 meters tall. Even so, she was wearing high heels.
She wore sharp-looking metal half-rim glasses, and her long black hair fell to her waist. Her emerald-green eyes resembled those of a noble, haughty she-wolf, concealing an aggressively cold indifference.
She easily picked up No. 14's frail, featherlight body. Because she was young and malnourished, No. 14's body was so thin she seemed almost like a shadow. Even Iver's original body, before becoming a Transcendent, could have effortlessly carried her with one hand, so there was even less to say about Bayard, a Child of the Moon.
Iver curled up in her arms, displaying her own fragility and harmlessness.
One hand lightly gripped Miss Bayard's collar, while the other curled awkwardly against her abdomen. Bayard's ample breasts pressed against her, and every step brought an unmistakable sense of movement and pressure.
Iver kept her eyes closed, as though she had already fallen asleep. Yet her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing, suppressed as hard as possible into silence, revealed her nervousness.
This was what you called "pretending to be pretending to be asleep."
At the same time, Iver was chatting with the Shadow Demon in her mind. "If I remember correctly... one of the conditions for a Shadow Demon's birth includes a disappointed person falling from a height, right?"
She teased the Shadow Demon mentally. "Could you be Miss Bayard?"
After she thought those words, however, the other side fell into a long silence.
"No way. Did I guess correctly?"
Iver was somewhat taken aback.
Only then did the Shadow Demon reply, in an extremely solemn and low voice. "I am absolutely