The leader of the Confessors, who had ample experience with reincarnation and possession, knew well how to manipulate consciousness.
Since he had been allowed to invade this place, the outcome of the ritual had already been decided.
Thus, Quesatusta did not mind having a chat with Kuisaxinna—
Lowering her resistance would allow him to achieve his goal more smoothly.
"..."
Within that fragment of memory, the little child nestled against the Confessor girl and slept peacefully.
That had happened after the decisive battle ended.
Theresa was handling the aftermath on the battlefield, Skadi was speaking with Kal'tsit, and W was taking stock of her mercenary team.
Only Kuisaxinna had nothing else to do, so the task of looking after Zerg had fallen to her.
That feeling of having someone nestle against her—
It was something the Confessor girl had never experienced before.
Not even Liz had ever done that.
"Look at the monster beside you."
Quesatusta saw an indescribable monster drawing close to the girl.
The sight was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Yet the girl it approached seemed utterly unaware.
"Zerg is not a monster like you, Quesatusta," Kuisaxinna retorted coldly.
"You truly do not think that thing beside you is a monster?"
The leader of the Confessors questioned her in return.
That utterly indescribable appearance was practically the most direct definition of a monster.
If that was not a monster, then what else deserved that word?
When he had first seen that child, Quesatusta had not cared.
Yet after the battle began—
The leader of the Confessors had caught sight of the former child transforming into an indescribable being.
And that insect had actually obeyed the monster's commands.
This could no longer be explained by ordinary Originium Arts.
Quesatusta had not sensed a single fluctuation