Shooting a Hundred Heads (Continued)

The meaning of this title was simple: he was the strongest existence in the [Black Scripture], to the point that he was practically the [Black Scripture] itself.

Of course, that was without counting the extra seat, [Certain Death]. To Certain Death, even the strongest of the [Black Scripture] was merely a slightly tougher punching bag.

"You really are strong. If they knew your strength had reached this level..." Certain Death narrowed her eyes. "Even if you wanted to spend the night with the maidens of the Six Great Gods' temples in the Theocracy, they would probably agree."

"No, more accurately, they'd probably be eager for you to get with several more maidens—preferably have more children with the blood of the strong."

"Unfortunately, I don't think the maidens of your Slane Theocracy would attract me." Aya shrugged.

When Momon had been active in the Re-Estize Kingdom, nobles had also sent women to try to win him over. Perhaps all humans liked doing such things—whenever they saw someone strong, they wanted to use beauty to lure them in.

"Then do you think I could attract you?" Certain Death asked.

Aya frowned and looked Certain Death up and down once more.

"To be honest, I am somewhat interested in you," Aya said. "After all, hair and pupils of different colors on each side are truly rare."

Aya's interest in Certain Death was the instinctive desire to obtain a rare item. Like a collector encountering a one-of-a-kind piece, even if they did not actually like it, they would instinctively want to claim it for themselves.

People always had a possessive desire for rare and precious things.

However, Certain Death seemed to have misunderstood Aya's meaning somewhat, and her face flushed unnaturally.

"If you want to have me, that will depend on your strength." Certain