This was a truly terrifying thing.
Ash picked up his glass and drank slowly, while his mind replayed everything that had happened over the past seven days.
"Too normal. Too warm!"
"It was exactly what I had always hoped for," Ash murmured.
At last, his expression gradually calmed, his eyes filled with sorrow, anger, and even lifelessness.
He turned to look at Linda, who was watching him with concern.
That unforgettable pretty face, those loving yet puzzled eyes—it all felt far too real.
It was as though Ash's heart had been gripped tightly by a black claw. He could feel it pounding violently, struggling.
Yet he could not break free. A powerful sense of suffocation surged through him.
His mind began to spin.
The spiritual power belonging to Demon Eligos was mobilized, transforming from a protective barrier into pure mental force.
It wound through the folds of Ash's brain, suppressing his dizziness.
Ash asked coldly, "Linda, who exactly are you?"
"What's wrong, Brother?"
Cheryl had been chatting happily with Sherry nearby. Hearing Ash speak to his girlfriend like that, she asked in confusion.
The music in the bar was too loud, and she suspected she had misheard him.
Ash suddenly turned around. "Not just Linda. My dear sister, who are you? Are you an evil spirit?!"
Linda looked utterly confused. "Ash, what's wrong with you? I'm Linda. Why are you suddenly saying such strange things? Are you sick?"
She extended her slender hand, about to touch Ash's forehead.
But Ash shifted aside and avoided her directly.
"What's wrong, Brother? Linda is worried about you. Why are you suddenly acting like this? You were clearly happy just a moment ago!"
"Are you still thinking about what happened during the day? That beautiful woman you missed?" Cheryl asked angrily from the side.