Miss Beyard, the Son of the Moon, stared at the Shadow Demon for a long time, her gaze occasionally drifting to Aiwass.
"...Forget it."
Finally, Beyard sighed.
It was as if she had let go of something and had come to a realization. While feeling regret, her whole being relaxed.
"Is there anything you need me to do?"
Beyard no longer looked at number 14 and said indifferently, "Speak."
She tidied her somewhat disheveled hair and picked up her glasses from the ground to put them back on.
Just as the Shadow Demon had previously assessed Aiwass—despite being the Son of the Moon on the Path of Love, Beyard possessed an extraordinarily strong reason and humanity.
It was not speculation, nor simply blind confidence in her own personality shaped by her past experiences.
But because the Shadow Demon had already met her in another layer of history.
