Clap... clap... clap...
Just like before.
One after another, the tentacles that had been about to attack Lan Qingyou dropped heavily to the ground, as if they had lost all vitality.
No!
This time,
Perry realized what was happening as he watched.
He had thought she'd taken control of his tentacles,
causing them to go limp.
But that wasn't it.
If he focused, he could still sense the tentacles.
He could even control them.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make the tentacles on the ground rise again.
It felt as though a thousand pounds were weighing down on them.
They couldn't move at all.
"What..."
Perry's mind raced.
He was trying to figure out
what kind of power could cause this.
Lan Qingyou didn't attack. She simply watched him, wondering what he would do next.
Killing him would have been easy.
But there was no value in his soul to Lan Qingyou. His only use was as a "rare specimen."
And so...
Lan Qingyou watched his thoughtful expression and the tentacles struggling ceaselessly.
Interesting.
What was he thinking about?
Lan Qingyou's lips curled into a smile.
She quite enjoyed observing people like him.
Besides, he posed no threat to her.
No...
Not just him.
Even the Whisker of Kesuya beneath him, which had already been assimilated, was no match for her.
Perry had no idea he'd become an "observation subject."
He was still racking his brains, trying to work out what kind of magic she was using.
This sort of thing should fall under control magic.
Directional magic or puppet magic, for example.
But there was no way those spells could control him.
After all, neither could make him feel as if he were being crushed beneath a heavy weight.
So what kind of magic was