Reincarnation Monarch

"Elle, are you so afraid of me?

Astalot stared at Elle with his jittery, damp eyes.

In response to that gaze, Elle's body breathed even more ball-like sweat.

"... no such thing..."

Elle said so best.

Astalot said as he poured out of Elle's limbs and observed an unusual amount of sweat accumulated on the floor.

"I don't think so, do I?

Elle feared from the depths of her heart and desperately damaged Astalot's mood any further.

"No, there is no phase extinction either. But if Astarot's power can wipe this El out in an instant, then instinct is afraid of that fact. Maybe that's what got me in his face. If that's what caused Astarot's discomfort, I beg your pardon."

Elle stuck his forelegs forward and lay flat with his head pinched between them.

Astalot watched the figure for a while, looking intriguingly silent and observant.

During that time, Elle waited so nervously for Astalot's next word that he was not comfortable living and that his heart might burst.

Then Astalot opened his mouth.

"Right. Surely it is possible for me to wipe you out in an instant. But isn't that the same for Iris? Illis should be able to bury you away in an instant, too. Have you always been as fearful as you are now, serving such Illis for so many years?

To Astalot's further pursuit, Elle reversed his whole body hair from fear.

But he immediately calmed down and evened his hair.

"No, Master Astalotto. Certainly I do not continue to be afraid of the Lord Iris. But that's for the sake of getting used to. It has indeed been more than a thousand years since I let you serve by the side of the Illis. So let me just get used to it."

When Elle said so, he stuck his forelegs out again and lay flat between them in the form of his head.

Astalot said he could observe Elle's complete obedience.

"I see. So now you're not afraid at all?

Elle answered lying flat.

"No, that's not true. I continue to fear it in my heart now. It's just no longer on the table."