Lumian-na's mouth twitched slightly when she heard Nimrod's words, because from what she knew of Miss Magician, something like that was entirely possible.
She always sensed something about Miss Magician-well, to describe it in the words her sister had taught her, Miss Magician possessed a damned, lethal air of ease.
Lumian-na sighed softly, sounding somewhat resigned. "All right, Godfather. I'll write to Miss Magician right away."
Nimrod pressed his lips together slightly and leaned back in the chair beside him, speaking with a faint smile. "Since Miss Magician hasn't assigned you your next task and still intends to let you develop freely, I have a suggestion."
Lumian-na turned her gaze toward him in silent inquiry. Nimrod cleared his throat and presented the plan he had already prepared. "What you lack most right now is time. Digesting potions takes time, and performing rituals takes time. Not to mention, if we include the Demoness potion, you'll have to spend even more time and effort digesting your potions."
"I can give you the time you need."
Nimrod addressed Lumian-na. She clearly understood the implication hidden in his words. After a moment of silence, she said to him, "Just tell me what you need me to do."
"Godfather, I'm no longer a child who can't face reality. Gifts involving High Sequences always come at a considerable price, don't they?"
"Parasitism."
Nimrod went straight to the point, making no attempt to conceal anything. "Once I parasitize someone, that person can be considered an extension of my body. I've taught you about a Parasite's abilities. You can decide for yourself whether to let me parasitize you."
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"I'm giving you the freedom to choose."
Nimrod looked at his goddaughter and waited for her answer.
His gaze rested on Lumian-na, pierced through her body, and settled on