The man shrugged as he spoke.
"Since you want to build this so-called Pure White World, don't start by setting a bad precedent."
"Besides, making certain people fall into corruption is part of your job too."
Even so, there was no need to knock herself on the head, right?
That was so mean.
Miss Elysia grumbled inwardly.
"Alright, next we should work together to bury this guy in the ground and see how many mini Elysias we can grow."
Russell then looked toward the others nearby, especially Medea.
"...You've changed my opinion a little."
The witch, whose gaze at Russell had always seemed as though she were looking at a sewer, spoke as she broke a certain idea in her mind into multiple blueprints and sent them to everyone around her.
"Then why don't you introduce me to some Greek beauties, li—?"
Hearing that, Russell teased her with malicious amusement, but his expression instantly twisted in pain—Durandal and Kiana were right beside him.
They could both accept a harem scenario.
But accepting a harem did not mean they would not get jealous, angry, or even explode upon hearing some guy plotting to cheat right in front of them.
"Could there be a possibility that the change in my opinion of you went from negative one thousand percent to negative eight hundred percent?"
The witch absorbed the power from those around her, converting it into magical energy as she constructed the territory she needed.
"Am I really that awful?"
Russell also lent a hand with the Core of Reason, complaining as he worked.
"Handsome men and heroes blessed by the gods are like cockroaches. They should be exterminated from Earth."
Nearly every word from the witch carried a sort of prejudice.
Amid all the noise.
A web of magical energy centered