In an instant, it was as though an electric current had surged through her entire body.
Laura's face flushed red.
Roland's answer was less calm than brazenly self-righteous, and even she, a great demon, found it utterly shameless.
"When it comes to being scum, you're even worse than Aleister, that monkey who only knows how to thrust his hips."
Sajyou Manaka's love might have been heavy, but there was nothing hazy or hollow about it. It was her true self and her true likes and dislikes, burning like a raging fire, transcending her mission as a Beast.
For a girl who held such pure love to take the two utterly separate identities of mother and lover for granted, Laura simply did not believe this could have been the result of a natural cycle.
"While it's an irrefutable fact that I'm scum, when it comes to just Manaka and me, there's nothing inappropriate about calling it pure love."
Roland's expression was rather complicated too.
He would not play dumb like a typical harem protagonist. He had a clear understanding of his own actions and desires.
But when it came down to it, the feelings between Sajyou Manaka and him really did not contain the slightest impurity.
Or rather, for the Princess of the Root, that love was her personality, her actions, her everything.
In that respect, even Mana Ouma and Lilith fell short of her.
After all, at the very beginning, part of their feelings had stemmed from their species' instinctive desire to merge.
Sajyou Manaka, however, gave everything without asking for anything in return. Being his lover, or even becoming his mother, were merely bonds she had created to prove that love.
"Who would believe a silver-tongued scumbag like you!"
Coronzon's expression was deeply gloomy as she shouted without the