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'It can't be that we'll cross paths with the hero's team like this, right?' Emilia thought with a frown. 'If we do… I can't tell how things will go.'
Cynthia just hummed in agreement, though she didn't believe her partner's fears would come true.
After all, Emilia's soul was far too attractive for most mortals to be able to resist, and its effect could almost be considered hypnotic when she was deliberately trying to seduce someone. Combined with her already attractive appearance, very few could look her in the eyes and not be mesmerized.
Moreover, when inside Arcadia, the 'exposure' of most mortals to this effect would only be further amplified, and even the dungeon's 'boss' was no exception. After all, no matter what kind of shell the 'world will' armed it with, its thought process still ran based off of a mortal somewhere deep down inside, though its 'source' may only think of it as a dream.
