"So you didn't kidnap me because you wanted me to become your slave huh?"
Mephistopheles' eyes widen, a look of shock and hurt flashing across her face.
"What?" she exclaims, her hand dropping from my shoulder.
"No, of course not!" She shakes her head vehemently, her long white hair with blue streaks swaying with the motion.
"I may have brought you here under false pretenses," she admits, her voice tinged with regret.
"But I never intended to make you my slave." She takes a step back, wrapping her arms around herself as if suddenly cold.
"I wanted to help you unlock your potential, to give you the strength to protect yourself and those you care about."
"I feel you completely turned a 180° after I crushed those shadow knights of yours" I said my eyes looking at her in skepticism.
Mephistopheles' gaze drops to the floor, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"I... I suppose you're right," she murmurs, her voice softer than before.
