Golden Fish and Silver Wing

"That's right, kill them all! Don't let a single one escape!"

When Ash used the Heart Pen to erase a Fish-Slaying Dragon that was trying to flee, Vishy watched and nodded repeatedly, wearing an expression that said, "Master, you did well."

Ash said, "The more I kill here, the more monsters will gather toward me, and the less likely Igula, Harvey, and the others are to run into danger."

"Master, you don't have to explain it to me. I support you!" The maid's face flushed. "I love this kind of high-and-mighty slaughter, especially against beasts that think they're so vicious. Watching them go from frenzy, to shock, to terror, and finally to desperate struggle—I could play with that for thousands of years and never get tired of it. Master, do you want to lingchi them? It's fine if you don't know how. I do. I can cooperate with you and guarantee they won't die even after all their flesh and blood have been stripped away!"

"I was explaining it to Philly," Ash said. "And Vishy, aren't you a little too excited?"

"No, I've always been this genuine." Vishy tilted her head. "Besides, Master, don't you like proactive girls?"

"No. I like quiet girls who don't say a word. The more silent you are, the more I like you."

"Really? Then if I never speak again, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Shut up."

Not just Ash—even Philly could tell Vishy was getting overly excited.

Ash had originally thought that a thousand-year Demigod who had reincarnated across three lives should long since have mastered the art of hiding joy and anger, and that once they lost their temper, millions would die. The image of the old Phantom Prophet fit his understanding of a Demigod perfectly.

But he could also understand Vishy's