Even though it persuaded itself not to care too much about Extraordinary Power, its Divine nature was an existence that surpassed all transcendence.
"Having someone who understands me so well living in my head is indeed unpleasant... So, what's next?" Arist's voice regained its calmness, having decided to listen to what this "self" had to say.
The gray mist seemed very satisfied with his cooperative attitude, rolling more joyfully.
"First, you need to create a 'character' with the potential to be mythologized, then let it deeply root in more people's minds... just like earlier."
"You don't think those scholars like me, do you?" Arist sneered.
The Divine spoke with a cheerful voice.
"You don't need them to like you; fear is also a form of faith. Aren't the demons in Hell using this very principle?"
Arist squinted his eyes slightly and suddenly spoke.
"I have a question."
The twisted gray mist, like his most loyal servant, bowed obediently in the mirror.
