Seizing that brief opening at last, Messiah bit her lip and forcefully pushed him away, her feelings in turmoil. She put ten centimeters between them, clutched the hem of her clothes, and turned her head slightly aside.
But there was no doubt.
Her chest heaving violently and her almost rigid body laid bare the turmoil she was feeling at that moment.
Normally, if this had happened before, she would certainly have felt extreme anger and humiliation.
But she did not know why.
It was as though he really had poisoned her. Ever since they had endured hardships together while creating the Supreme Frame, she had found herself unable to muster any more aversion or resistance toward him. Even after being made to do something so rude and domineering, she found that she simply could not hate him.
An instinctive fear arose within her.
Because she felt as though he was conquering her, subtly yet irreversibly.
It left her instinctively panicked and uneasy.
Yet although she was vaguely aware of it, she had no idea how to stop this increasingly uncontrollable development. She could no longer keep it in check.
Looking at Messiah sitting blankly beside him, Lynn smiled faintly, then leaned back into the sofa, draping both arms over its back. He gazed with a faint smile at the Apostles standing across the coffee table, glaring at him with eyes nearly bursting with fury, and waved a hand.
"All right, everyone. I forgive you."
"But you really ought to thank my Messiah. If the two of us weren't such close friends now, do you think you'd still be standing here? Learn some reverence, everyone. Now we can have a proper talk."
They continued to stare at the sinister devil on the sofa in anger and frustration, instinctively turning their trembling