The blond young man standing atop the tower watched the now-exposed Anut with an utterly mocking gaze. He had chosen this method precisely because he knew [Mastermind] could not completely sever itself from reality. As a proud Alice, she was bound to lose her composure when faced with filth falling from the sky.
The instant Anut was showered in filth, her mind seemed to freeze for a moment before an intense wave of revulsion surged through her. Even though the pollutants on her face and body had already been cleaned away, that damp sensation still seemed to crawl all over her, just as it had moments earlier.
[Missing] still felt as though the stink of filth clung to her, that nauseating odor covering her from head to toe. She burned with rage, finding the anger and resentment in her heart impossible to contain.
Anut could not help looking up toward the tower, at the newcomer who made no attempt to conceal his presence, at that damned, unscrupulous bastard.
"Lady Anut, let's hurry and leave. We can't deal with him as we are now. We've been exposed."
"I'm going to chop that damned bastard to pieces!"
[Missing] had completely lost her head. She had forgotten what she had told Wilton earlier: "Performance relies on more than strength. It also requires strategy and temperament." Her composure had truly, utterly shattered.
Wilton could have cried. Had this precious lady forgotten that she had yet to gather sufficiently powerful distorted faith through [Negator]? They barely had any fighting strength at all right now.
What was he supposed to fight their opponent with? His head? Or these Negators who now reeked from head to toe?
"Everyone, attack!"
Anut soon gave her answer. After being showered in filth, she had truly lost all reason. She actually