The instant Satan swallowed the woman's body, there was an immediate reaction. Satan's enormous form, which had swallowed the woman, shriveled like a balloon losing its air.
What emerged next was the body of the woman Satan had swallowed. As though all the mass Satan had displayed had been sucked into her, the woman stood tall in the now-empty underground cavern.
Only her swaying snow-white hair and fluttering clothes showed that she was not some mere statue.
[…Release me. Right now.]
At that point, Mephistopheles's voice abruptly sank. It was enough to make me wonder where the person who had been hysterically screaming for her heart just moments ago had gone.
[Release. Me. Right now.]
Yet if one listened closely, the rage and irritation in her voice had by no means evaporated.
Seething fury, mounting anger, humiliation—such emotions clung to the tail end of her voice and made it tremble faintly. It was the sort of calm that appeared only after one's emotions had been whipped up so violently that even reason and instinct had been crushed beneath them.
[Right now… Let me out right now so I can kill that fucking bastard!!!]
But looking calm did not mean she truly had room to spare, just as seeming silent did not mean there was truly no one there.
The passion within Mephistopheles, which had seemed far too immense to be contained, finally erupted. Her emotions alone sent her hair surging upward like waves and sparks…