Although both had been born from the Great Will, the Primeval Survivors were People of Light, while the Fusion Soldiers were biological weapons created by darkness.
Although they were all Magical Girls now, their different origins had given the two races—who should have been brothers... who should have been sisters—entirely different ideologies.
Those Survivors were like sheltered young ladies from wealthy families. Though they had received a fine education, they were incredibly innocent by nature—the sort who could be lured away with a lollipop. They did not guard against others' malice, nor did they have any intention of harming anyone...
Simply put, they would help count the money after being sold.
These Fusion Warriors were different. They had been born soldiers, created to invade Earth. Naturally, they had studied humans, so they understood humanity's deceitful ways very well. They had even studied them in depth...
Of course, the most cunning Monsters were all in prison.
The professor grumbled at me with an unhappy expression.
"Those Survivors have no concept of currency, nor do they know how to guard against humans stealing their technology. If we weren't keeping watch for them, those white lotuses would be fooled out of everything they owned by humans before long. And then they turn around and complain that we don't understand them... Miluno, you're still the spokesperson for the light, aren't you?"
"I suppose you could say that?"
I was still the convergence point of the Great Will's radiant aspect, so calling myself its spokesperson was not exactly wrong.
"Then could you come by when you have time? If you speak, those Survivors will definitely listen. Otherwise, Avalon is going to split apart at this rate."
Naive people were easy to fool. What I said might really work, but I did not really want them