Chapter 17 Other people's children have substitutable guardian spirits.

"I would have done it anyway, without you saying so."

Russell chuckled softly.

Under his gaze, the Russell in the mirror silently ignited pale-colored Flames in his eyes.

"I feel like I've never been in such a perfect state..."

he murmured.

It was just like having a full-body massage when one is completely exhausted.

Only, it was a massage of the soul... The pressure in his heart was released in one breath.

A faint voice arose from behind him, "Would you cheer for me, applaud for me?"

Russell suddenly choked on a mouthful of water.

A headless person, dressed in a suit and wearing a tie, appeared silently behind his own reflection in the mirror.

His current attire made him look like a corporate drone if one ignored the swirling smoky nebula where his head should have been.

That was Camarcel's attire.

"Do you think this attire makes me appear more reliable?"

The voice of God's container also turned cold, resembling Camarcel's.