"Alastair Hecate, the cold and serious voice that had saved me," Niva remarked as Alastair nodded and responded. "That is correct. It was the so-called cold and serious voice which uttered words within your head." Alastair had no reason to deny her own existence, and it might work in her favor.
Niva looked at Alcyone and said with a tranquil tone. "You are the straightforward voice who had taught me how to kill my enemies. If not for you, I would have been extremely naive and wouldn't last long enough to meet you." Alcyone couldn't help but get a bit embarrassed by Niva's praise.
"Yes, I was the straightforward voice who had taught you to kill. It was your courage and blood that brought you here. I simply gave you a good idea of how the darkness of reality worked." Alcyone replied to Niva as even though she liked the praise, it was out of proportion with the things she had really done.
