"Thank you for the talk, Sir Ralyks."
Belle rose to her feet and bowed slightly to the Dark Adventurer.
Her gentle smile and pleasant face gave off an air of cuteness and downright innocence. Her boobs jiggled as she raised her head from its bowed position, but it seemed she didn't notice.
"You're welcome. Go and rest for the remaining time. We'll be resuming the Raid very soon."
"Understood!" She gave a salute and jogged off.
As she happily hopped off, Ralyks—or rather, Ater—smiled underneath his mask.
'That went well…' He thought to himself in amusement.
The mind of humans never ceased to intrigue him. Even the most vile among them were like mere blank canvases that could be contorted to his whims.
'[Compulsion] works like a charm, as expected.'
Of course, he made sure to edit some of her memories of the events that transpired between them. That way, no risk would come to his Master's persona.
