Hooked.
As long as she squeezed every last bit of maternal instinct out of the little girl, things would proceed smoothly. It was a tried-and-true principle, founded on the saying, "Every girl longs to become a mother."
Amiya saw Theresa lift her head from her knees.
Of course, she had not cried. That did not suit Theresa's status as an elder. It was just that her originally azure eyes had dimmed somewhat, as though the sky had been dusted with ash, making one's heart ache.
"In terms of feminine charm, you are undoubtedly the most impressive woman I've ever met."
Amiya was telling the truth.
Like a pressure cooker, the explosive steam would eventually force open the hard lid. Luna Kindred herself might not have possessed such overwhelming charm, but under immense pressure, her beauty burst forth like steam, which was perhaps why it was so infectious.
"Yeah."
Theresa's spirits seemed to sink a little further.
"I'm completely inferior to her."
"You can't say that."
When it came to dealing with multiple personalities and suppressing them, Amiya had plenty of experience.
Amiya had long ago reached a vague conclusion: the ten rings on her hand and Judas's Oath were fundamentally the same kind of thing, used to suppress restless souls that did not belong to her.
"You can't separate them."
Amiya advised, "You have to see her as a part of yourself. Face her, accept her, dissolve her. In the end, the two become one. You'll still be yourself, only a more mature version of yourself."
Those words...
Theresa suddenly realized something.
Ever since becoming the Demon King, every day and every night, Amiya had been telling herself the same thing, almost obsessively reminding herself to retain her sense of self. Even if she merged with those souls, Amiya was