"Witchmon, any Digimon that lives long enough will start getting strange.
Even I'm no exception.
I haven't lived very long yet, but after specializing the Twelve Digicores, I've gotten a little strange myself."
Mo Yan shook his head gently, making no attempt to hide the "crazy talk" that revealed his own abnormalities.
"Tch, listen to yourself. Was splitting my DigiCore together with Teacher SageMon normal, then?!
That old man, Teacher SageMon, lives in a book all day. Is that normal?
And everyone back in Witchelny, too.
Come to think of it, it seems none of us Wizards are normal."
Still hugging Mo Yan's arm with her right hand, Dark Witchmon rested a finger of her left hand against her chin and spoke as though "deep in thought."
Although Dark Witchmon's words were meant to comfort Mo Yan, they did not quite have that effect.
They sounded rather odd to him.
"Maybe the crazier you are, the stronger you get."
Hearing Dark Witchmon's words, Mo Yan blurted that out without thinking.
"That does seem to be the case.
Yggdrasill wants to remake the Digital World every so often, yet remains its undisputed strongest being.
The Royal Knights serve under Yggdrasill, but they regularly thwart Yggdrasill's plans and even fight against Yggdrasill.
Lucemon keeps bouncing between the Dark Area and the Realm of the Gods, forcing the Three Great Angels to create another Six-Winged Beast.
And the Demon Lords and demon gods in the Dark Area never tire of handing out generous gifts, and so on.
When you look at it that way, the stronger they are, the less normal they get."
Mo Yan's words prompted Dark Witchmon to immediately start listing the dirt on the Digital World's uncrowned rulers.
Dark Witchmon had read all of it in SageMon's database.
She had