Lynn still brought out some alcohol.
He didn't particularly like drinking. It didn't taste very good.
But he'd gone and learned how to mix drinks.
And now it had come in handy.
Lynn handed Yuffie the drink he'd made. "Here."
"Thank you." Yuffie took the drink and started sipping it naturally.
Lynn took a sip as well.
To be honest, sometimes he really did envy the results of corrupting people by doing terrible things.
There was nothing to worry about as long as you were strong enough. Once you'd captured someone and corrupted them, expanding your influence was quick and easy.
But all it brought was emptiness.
A puppet.
An addicted puppet.
The hero Lance had already proven that butter couldn't override a person's free will, and he'd figured out the secret behind it.
It was no different from getting hooked on Qijiela. Put simply, it was a drug.
He'd proven that the Demon Race's methods were fundamentally just a matter of altering a person's body and brain.
If they couldn't be altered, then there was nothing to worry about. They couldn't get addicted in the first place.
Yuffie suddenly set down her glass.
Maybe the alcohol had given her courage, or maybe it was something else.
The little girl across from him had rosy cheeks and was swaying in her seat, her eyes unfocused.
That was strange. I'd only mixed a weak drink, hadn't I?
Lynn walked over and curiously examined Yuffie.
Was she already drunk?
Her pale little foot kicked straight at him, but Lynn caught it.
"Let go of my foot!"
"No." Lynn started tickling her.
"Ahahahaha! Let go! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
She wasn't resisting? Even though she was a First Stage above him?
Lynn kept being mischievous.
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry for