"Hmm?"
Amaterasu's manifested form suddenly smiled enchantingly.
Probably aware of his thoughts, her lips and teeth were perfectly revealed.
There was no need for words; that expression carried a hint of rebuke for his audacity, and within that abstract beauty, her slender waistlines began to ripple. The mirror shattered in an instant, and Amaterasu's manifested form transformed into a pool of flesh, completely enveloping his soul.
"Damn—"
Fujiwara Reya convulsed immediately.
The direct impact on his soul made him feel as if his skull was about to be lifted off in an instant.
"What's wrong with you?" Yukino Ritsuko looked at Fujiwara Reya in surprise.
With only an empty shell left, Fujiwara Reya, of course, couldn't answer her, or even hear her voice.
"Don't worry about him." Amaterasu placed the pipe between her lips, glancing at her former maid, "I originally wanted you to return to the pavilion."
