Ash was a little strange today.
As the Phantom Prophet who had once suppressed an entire era, looming over all living beings like a nightmare, making the weak fall silent and the strong swallow their hatred and submit, Vishy's insight into human nature had already approached the level of a "Miracle."
In Vishy's eyes, the schemes of people like Sword Maiden, Witch, and Silver Lamp were about the same as children playing with mud. The moment they lifted their tails, Vishy knew what mischief they were up to. That was the confidence a thousand years of slaughter had given Vishy.
But the changes in Ash after he returned from Hell left Vishy a little uncertain.
He seemed not to have changed at all, yet there was also an indescribable difference. For example, that obedient good-morning kiss, and for another example, when they met in the corridor, his eyes would drift away and he would avoid making eye contact with Vishy. His attitude kept jumping back and forth between "intimacy" and "distance."
In truth, Vishy was no stranger to this sort of technique. Playing hot and cold was indeed quite a practical strategy between men and women. In emotional relationships, humans were sometimes not much different from animals. Each was both hunter and prey; one moment they would ingratiate themselves intimately, the next they would pull away with a Concussive Shot, easily making the prey anxious and uncertain, until they were finally toyed with in the hunter's palm.
But Vishy did not think Ash was playing some high-end technique.
Leaving aside the fact that he would not be stupid enough to think "playing hot and cold works on the Phantom Prophet," more importantly, judging from Ash's romantic history, his emotional intelligence was not yet high enough to master advanced skills beyond