Maeve lowered her head to look at herself in disbelief. She was a great mass of writhing flesh, bizarre and twisted.
She wasn't human, either?
She raised her head again and looked at the believers. Their eyes were filled with intoxication and longing.
"I, I'm in my Primordial Form right now. Are you sure you're seeing me right?" she asked incredulously.
"Isn't that even better?"
"Yes, we want your Primordial Form. Whatever you do, don't change back!"
"Miss Maeve is so cute!"
"Humans were just a mass of flesh at the beginning of life, too. You're simply a younger Maeve right now. In my eyes, you're just right!"
Maeve's entire mass of flesh shuddered.
She suddenly had a bad feeling. Lure might be far more powerful than she had imagined. She couldn't stay here!
"Dorothea, open a gate for me. Anywhere is fine, the farther the better-Dorothea?"
Maeve looked toward the green crow on the table, only to freeze.
At some point, Dorothea had sidled up beside her and was gently rubbing against her, her tail feathers trembling nonstop. "Soft, gentle, kind, cute. Such a perfect ingredient deserves to be made into crow rice by me!"
She slowly drew a knife from beneath her wing.
Its cold edge gleamed. It was none other than the relic Chef's Knife.
"Let me cut off a little, just a little-one little bit per crow, caw!!"
Terrified, Maeve knocked the believers aside and charged desperately toward the kitchen door!
She was a full-fledged High-Rank Supernatural now. These believers couldn't possibly stop her!
But just as she reached the entrance, someone suddenly pushed the door open.
"So this is the canteen Elliot recommended to me-hmm?"
Victoria slowly raised her head and looked at Primordial Maeve, who had stopped in front of her.
With such a