The scene was strangely cozy, as though this were some kind of wedding venue.
Besides the sea of roses covering the floor, petals drifted down from the ceiling. Pleasant music echoed through the air, carrying a faintly suggestive effect from supernatural abilities.
Any ordinary witch—or even wizard—would probably have agreed to all of the other party's demands in a daze.
But Harley only felt a chill run down her spine, because every blooming rose had grown an eye, and all of those eyes were staring fixedly at her.
There was hunger in those eyes, as though they wanted to devour Harley completely in the physical sense, then divide up everything she possessed.
"Dear Son of Chaos... sir," Harley chose her words carefully.
"To put it tactfully, although Witches do not really understand love, I still think your approach is inappropriate, and your understanding of human nature is somewhat flawed."
"Fine, I'm not good at lying. Frankly speaking, I just think you're a little perverted. No, extremely perverted."
"My understanding of human nature is flawed?" The Son of Chaos's expression abruptly turned cold. "I think something as useless as human nature is not worth spending time understanding."
"So, you have rejected my proposal."
"But I am a complete Great Old One, not trash like The Fool and God Almighty, who have lost their authority and are left with nothing but empty positions."
"The power of the Fourth Pillar is mutual destruction on the level of rules. How could I possibly rest easy without grasping it in my hands?"
"It seems I can only corrupt you and make you personally agree to my proposal of offering everything to me."
Before He had even finished speaking, both sides made their move at once. Their earlier exchange had been both a probe of each