Watching Iver suddenly turn serious, Emma clasped her hands together apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"...No, I still have my own shortcomings."
Iver fell silent for a while and shook his head slightly. Only after quite some time did he squeeze out a sentence.
This crow... is somewhat unusual.
Scarlett Emma thought to herself.
Seeing that Iver was about to agree with her and spend the night here with her... the crow had ruined everything. This left her rather surprised.
Even without using Extraordinary Ability at all... her natural charm should still work on wild animals.
Yet she could clearly sense that the crow was harboring some kind of hostility toward her. Emma tried giving the crow a gentle, harmless smile, but that faint hostility only grew stronger.
...This feeling was rather like the intense jealousy of a child.
Emma was somewhat familiar with this sort of situation.
She rarely took the initiative to use the Extraordinary Skills that controlled minds, because her own beauty and charm alone were enough to effortlessly distort other people's minds.
Emma also took particular pleasure in stealing other people's lovers—regardless of whether they were men or women. She regarded it as a beastlike hunt, a transcendent act of aggression.
When she did not deliberately use her bewitching abilities, as long as the hatred and anger toward her were strong enough, people could break free through their own willpower.
When those little boys and girls had their lovers, parents, idols, or secret crushes' hearts and bodies stolen by her, they often reacted this fiercely—unsure how they should respond, and not knowing how they could reclaim the person they treasured, they could only glare at her viciously.
That reaction was simply too adorable.
Just as a touch of saltiness or bitterness could better highlight the