"Who... are you?"
The voice paused, then added, "You feel very much like 'Derrick.'"
"Why don't you think I am him?" the bewitching man asked with a smile.
"Our essences are different... Though you deliberately imitated his way of speaking... and that feeling..." The voice gradually became more fluent, quickly growing coherent.
"A 'Prisoner' is indeed perceptive..." The bewitching man first offered a word of praise before turning serious. "You do not need to know who I am. You only need to understand that I represent the will of the Earth Mother Goddess in speaking with you."
"Alright." The voice answered without hesitation and wisely did not ask further.
"So, what is your choice?" the bewitching man asked after brushing the silver hair at his temple with a finger.
"I made my choice long ago... didn't I? After all, the current 'Lord of Mysteries' still cannot protect me..." the voice said after several seconds of silence.
"Very good. You have made a wise choice." The bewitching man nodded in satisfaction. "From this day onward, you are the 'Spirit Angel' beneath his seat."
"Spirit... It has been a long time since I used that name." The voice sighed.
At that moment, the bewitching man seemed to recall something. He smiled again and said teasingly, "Oh, right. Since you borrowed the power of the one outside the Barrier when transferring the spirit body that contained the Unique, and since the fetus you later 'possessed' had also been arranged by that one long ago, even though the Mother Goddess had been prepared and isolated that one's 'gaze' at the appropriate time, then concealed your whereabouts, you have still been tainted by His feminine power."
"So?" the voice asked calmly.
"So, you are destined to be born female, and you will be unable to