Raphael jumped down from the "chair" and picked up the two Puppets. "Although we've known each other for a long time, I still don't know your names."
Then he held up the boy-shaped Puppet, which said, "Mr. Werewolf—no, Mr. Zombie, my name is Brook."
Raphael smiled. "Hello, Brook. My name is Raphael."
Then he and the boy Puppet both looked at the girl Puppet. "Hello, you two. My name is Nami."
"Haha." Raphael chuckled. "Brook and Nami. So you two were on the same boat."
At that, Raphael's smile suddenly vanished, and he tossed the two Puppets onto the floor. "Boring."
He felt as though he suddenly couldn't work himself into a frenzy anymore. Whenever he had nothing to do, he just wanted to sit or lie down quietly.
Raphael soon realized that his advancement had disrupted his previous emotional state.
The Werewolf had tended toward bloodlust and madness, while the Unwinged Angel had reined in many emotions. The two potions had reached a subtle balance.
Now that he had taken the Living Corpse potion, there was "too much" emotional suppression, leaving Raphael with no enthusiasm for anything.
At a time like this, he needed to take the Serial Killer potion. Serial Killers developed a fondness for slaughter and became particularly excited when pleasing a Devil.
That slaughter and excitement would neatly counteract the Living Corpse's lethargy.
Taking a deep breath, Raphael felt that his current state wasn't much of a problem yet. He decided to rein in his spirituality first and wait a few days before taking the Serial Killer potion. That would be safer.
Safer-
Raphael smiled somewhat helplessly. It had been a long time since he had given any thought to playing it safe.
But this really was the best approach. After all, he wasn't in great