Time rewound to the present, inside Aiden's room.
"You just slipped her some Magic Potion and made a few hypnotic suggestions, and that turned her into this?" Aiden couldn't quite believe it. "Are you lying to me?"
The usually compliant and absolutely trustworthy Veronica had attacked him, leading to an effect akin to a "betrayal" power. Could it really be just a succubus's trick with a potion and hypnosis?
Mr. Bloodclothes would probably want to bash his head in once he found out.
"So smart on a regular day, and now you've turned so foolish, Lord Aiden," Fille said, spreading her hands and shaking her head in despair. "To hypnotize someone against their will is the realm of spirit control, something utterly impossible. But what if, on the contrary, it aligns with the person's own desires?"
"What are you saying?" Aiden was stunned.
