Even little Mobius, who had been picked up, was stunned speechless. Topaz in the distance was just as dumbfounded. Numby's pig eyes widened too, as if he couldn't understand this sudden turn of events.
What the hell was this?
Was there something wrong with this man's head?
"If you want to please a girl, use normal methods of getting along instead of suddenly losing your mind."
The eyelids of the exceptionally narcissistic little Herta snake seemed to twitch.
Because she knew that her birth had been based on the Parasitic Technique Russell provided, she had reluctantly accepted that this good-for-nothing fellow obsessed with play was her "father" and had been willing to show him the most basic level of respect.
Now she regretted it.
Whoever wanted such an embarrassing father could have him.
She tried with all her strength to shove Russell away from her, but found that he remained as immovable as a boulder.
—Her skill set came from Mobius and Herta, and neither of them was particularly skilled at fighting.
"Shouldn't normal people become prouder and more rational the stronger they get? Why have you become more unhinged the stronger you get?"
Mobius reacted with Divine Speed, rushing forward in a single stride. Her nimble hands swiftly rescued the little Herta snake from Russell's embrace and shielded her tightly behind herself.
Yet the little Herta snake under Mobius's protection coldly tossed out a sentence. "Don't think I'll forgive you just because of this."
Her voice was firm and icy, like a cold wind sweeping past, enough to make one shiver.
Still, based on what Topaz had seen and heard, that chilliness seemed to be at least partly due to her naturally sour expression.
After all, there was a living example right in front of her.
—Once a certain