"That bastard was as obnoxious as ever."
Laura's smile was far too arrogant, and her behavior far too vile.
Even knowing that Laura's actions were what she relied on to turn the tables from a desperate position, Nephthys could not sympathize with her.
But that did not matter. As long as this beautiful sight before her existed, it could make up for those flaws.
"Hehe... Though it's a clichéd betrayal, and lacks fear and despair to set it off, it becomes especially moving when you're the one involved."
Nephthys's laughter was utterly seductive, and steeped in malice.
"You let your guard down around her just because she willingly submitted. You've always treated us as defective beings blinded by arrogance, but now it seems you're hardly any better, are you?"
Nephthys had realized it when Laura first volunteered her services.
The girl named Laura Stuart was nothing but a mask.
Her attitude, always maintaining a balance between good and evil, and her behavior, so adept at adapting to circumstances, were all a deliberately maintained disguise.
Although that disguise had shown no flaws throughout these hundreds of years.
But just as Nephthys's performance as a lazy, easygoing Demon God was rooted in an underlying wish, no matter how accustomed the girl named Laura had become to her performance.
She was still the great demon Coronzon, whose number was 333.
Her mission was to disperse and decompose everything in the world, returning it to the natural cycle through death.
Until she had cleared away every obstacle, herself included, that obsession would never stop burning.
That was why, when Roland had formally begun ruling the world, she had switched sides without hesitation and handed him all the forces of the Puritan Church she had built herself.
Because in Coronzon's eyes, Roland, whose number was