“By borrowing the power of the ‘first sacrifice,’ I summoned the fears deep within your subconscious! Mainly, moments where life and death diverged… And, the enemies deeply imprinted in your fractured mental image!”
“Yeah? For something like that, it’s a bit disappointing… Not a single one of those utterly monstrous guys appeared.”
For example, out-of-spec powerhouses like the ‘Corpse Giant,’ the ‘Saint,’ or the ‘vampire.’
I understood. No matter how great the ‘first sacrifice’ was, the relic of the Seven Deadly Sins was merely its degraded version. Moreover, the opponents that could be summoned with the remnants leaking from there would be limited.
But Aindel’s answer was different from my expectation.
“Th-that’s… Kuhu… Because you couldn’t properly understand them……”
“What?”
“You still don’t know about the ‘mental image’… Huh, huhu… Furthermore, about yourself……”
Once again, at the riddle-like words, I ended up letting out a deep sigh.
Has he still not come to his senses?
At the moment I thought about…