Ah, come to think of it, this Devil is entirely a prisoner.
Roy thought so, and the pressure on her inexplicably lightened a bit.
The Devil overlooking her, seeing her unresponsive and in a daze, spoke after a silent moment.
"Take it off."
This voice echoed directly in Roy's mind, making her dizzy.
Damn...
Roy stifled the nausea, stumbled over, and pulled out the swaying little white flower. She wasn't sure if this was what Sebatide Hughes meant, but she walked back after picking the flower and even steadied herself on its fingers due to slippery footing.
The Devil lowered its lashes, its expression without ripples. Only the suspended chains issued a slight clinking sound.
"Do you care about your mount?"
Strangely, this time its voice didn't trigger any adverse reactions. Roy pinched the flower stem, bizarrely sensing the Devil communicating its consciousness with her through this little thing.
No.
Why?
What principle is this?
