What was that?
To be fair, Amira wasn't a mortal, but she didn't give off an especially imposing air.
By the standards of the Bookstore Universe, she might not even qualify as Intermediate Tier.
And yet, that single act of mental soothing had made a Second Order being turn over a new leaf.
That was downright unscientific.
The moment that surge of power flared up just now, its influence had clearly reached beyond the mental realm.
Even the face I'd fashioned entirely out of flesh and blood hadn't been immune to the effect. It had quickly reverted to its true form.
Such an unreasonable ability had the same flavor of roguish absurdity as being forbidden to dream for more than a minute.
If my face-shaping skills hadn't reached perfection, allowing me to adjust the parameters instantly and maintain a dynamic balance, I might have pulled off a flawless performance only to give myself away at the last moment with that final burst of kindness.
"Are you feeling better?"
Amira's gentle voice reached me. She clearly hadn't noticed anything amiss.
"Much better... It feels as if I've shed a disguise."
Amid a flood of heartfelt reflections about seeing clearly into one's own nature, Fu Qian lowered his hand from his face, revealing the features he'd regained after being cleansed.
"Could you do it again?"
Before she could say anything, he even asked for another treatment.
"I'm very glad you feel that way... But you'll have to wait a little."
After exchanging a look with the third-party listener, Amira showed not the slightest displeasure at his somewhat impolite request.
So she wasn't just pretending to be nice. She really was dedicated to fighting nightmares.
Fu Qian silently praised her.
The request might have seemed excessive, but it wasn't hard to understand why