—It wasn't even midnight yet. Her intelligence had not fully returned, let alone any burst of inspiration.
Thinking this far was already the limit of her current capabilities.
Thus, she turned to look at Acheron.
—No matter what Russell's reasons had been for making her debate Acheron and deal with Sparkle.
But since she had said it.
The rest was simple.
She just had to argue Acheron down.
"Strictly speaking, what I did to her was merely paying her back double for what she did to me."
"I won't rewrite it."
She spoke to Acheron with a firm, piercing gaze.
"Besides, if someone pulled such low, underhanded tricks on you, wouldn't you have some dark thoughts too?"
As those words fell.
For a moment, even Acheron could not offer a rebuttal.
—In truth, she had been furious too.
Her morals might have been high, but not high enough to make her a Saint Mother.
Otherwise, she would not have suggested dragging someone out, hanging them up, and torturing them for a month.
In short—
A Saint Mother, but only a little.
"Still, locking someone in a basement as a toy, modifying their body, hypnotizing them, and subjecting them to time-manipulation-based degradation for a total of half a year is a bit excessive."
As she spoke, there was an obvious note of concession in her voice.
Herta clearly noticed it at once, then said,
"Heh. If you want to, then do it."
"If you think what I did was wrong, then how about I cut the time in half?"
Herta spoke with considerable dominance.
"There's nothing to think about. When you hit someone, hit them in the face. When they're down, kick them harder."
"If there's backlash, I'll bear it."
Those who knew her identity understood she was a prisoner, but