The voice had a power that could intoxicate anyone, but Bethel's heart rang with a strong warning.
"Demoness Demi-god?" Having followed Truman, Bethel had mastered extraordinary knowledge that went beyond the realm of a Demi-god. He had a deep understanding of the various Pathways and immediately guessed which one his opponent belonged to.
"Shut up!" Even a curse filled with resentment had turned into a captivating, coquettish complaint. She was undoubtedly a Demoness.
Bethel used Secret Keeping to steady his mental state, doing his best to resist the Demoness's charms.
"Who are you? Why do you carry the Teacher's aura?" Dream Phosphor was unique. Bethel recognized the Dark Robe's distinctive quality at once.
He subtly moved a finger, releasing the Mind Reading he had Recorded and closely monitoring every fluctuation in her mind.
"He really is your teacher..." The figure in the puddle seemed to have confirmed something.
"You're so lucky..." The Demoness sighed.
But Bethel sensed an almost pathological obsession, and it was directed at his teacher!
This Demoness seemed to have some sort of interest in his teacher!
Bethel's eyes widened. Even his usually expressionless face almost lost its composure.
"He gave it to me." The sweet voice carried a subtle suggestion. Combined with the information conveyed by those words, it shook Bethel's mind.
"Impossible!" But in the next instant, Bethel guarded his mind.
He rationally realized that things might not be as he had guessed. His opponent was merely trying to influence him with words. This was the power of an Instigator.
"As far as I know, plenty of humans have received the Teacher's favor. You're not the only special one." Bethel regained his composure.
Many devout humans had received Dream's favor. That Saint, Hermes, had become one of Dream's favored.
"I'm not special, but I can