"Firstly, in my scheme, the empress will not become our adversary, thus reducing our need for substantial military strength," Ansel elucidated.
"Secondly, as the pact head, you have become sufficiently formidable under my aegis, Seraphina. Even without reliance on the spiritual essence, you possess exceptional combat prowess. Furthermore, even if you become stronger, the scope of power application is somewhat narrow—"
"It shouldn't be like this!"
Seraphina abruptly rose, half-kneeling on Ansel's desk, speaking with palpable urgency, "What's wrong with becoming stronger! With your help, Ansel, I won't make mistakes again, right? Since I won't do anything wrong, shouldn't I become as strong as possible?
Through Seraphina's dark red eyes, Ansel saw a burning, fierce discontent.
If anyone other than Ansel told her, "You don't need to become stronger," the current Seraphina might have already lost control.
Who would renounce such a prospect?
