The other "Aislin" was at a loss when faced with a version of herself that refused to budge.
Although, just as Aislin herself had said, completely tearing off this false mask was not difficult...
She still had some room to struggle.
"Aislin" wanted this body, of course, not merely for the Black Mystery Tower... Though this world could barely be considered a decent toy, it was not worth paying so much for.
She had things she wanted to do.
But she had originally thought that this paper mask would dissolve the moment she ignited the fire of mental power, surrendering the body to her.
Yet unexpectedly, Aislin, who initially had no power to resist, had struggled to survive after sensing her identity and purpose!
How was that possible?
It was merely a virtual personality hidden outside her soul!
How had it extended so many tendrils and connected them to her soul?
Though she could indeed shake off those dense yet shallow tendrils, it would not be easy.
At the very least, she could not do it without making a sound.
She knew very well that although Glasya, the primary personality, was in Sia Tower, that one would absolutely not watch her make too much noise—enough to attract Fengo's attention.
A Hell inspector's speed at filing a complaint would definitely be faster than her own speed at realizing she needed to silence someone.
Most importantly, whether the complaint succeeded or not, this incarnation of hers would inevitably be dissolved.
After all, she had merely been created by the primary personality from a portion of her soul. Her abilities had limits.
She understood herself well. Though she was willful and reckless, seemingly daring enough to do anything, when facing Asmodeus, all she could do was shrink back in guilt.
Her first reaction