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"Sit down."
The Hunter reached out and shoved hard, sending Panatiya, the "Despair Nightingale" in a white dress, stumbling into the broadcaster's seat. Before her was a makeshift microphone wrapped in a handkerchief, connected to a strange instrument and a Sealed Artifact crackling with lightning.
Panatiya's eyes shifted as she surveyed the things before her, and a smile slowly tugged at her lips. Returning to normal after more than half a year as a marionette had left her mind with damage that was almost impossible to repair. Had she not possessed divinity, she would have been left in a vegetative state even after being restored.
But even reduced almost to a humanoid vessel for a potion, the demigod Demoness still exuded unimaginable allure and seductive beauty with every movement. She merely leaned sideways in the chair, revealing a sorrowful smile of acceptance of her fate, and one of the Hunters escorting her stared with his eyes wide, his gaze almost sticking directly to her face.
The other Hunter watched Panatiya with an utterly tranquil heart, raised his leg, and kicked his afflicted colleague in the calf.
"Think about your fiancée's fists."
The young Hunter jolted awake from his dream at the kick and immediately treated the Demoness's invisible allure as a formidable enemy. Yet despite resisting with both body and mind, his gaze was still drawn uncontrollably to the exquisitely beautiful, mournful Panatiya for a long while. Only after taking his fiancée's photograph from his wallet and holding it before his eyes to block the Demoness did he finally, barely, manage to regain his focus.
"I think she looks a little like her when she smiles," the red-faced Hunter could not help arguing in his own defense. "Why aren't you reacting?"
"Does she? I don't think so."
The reddish-brown-haired