Mephit gently hugged him.
"Thank you."
Rod smiled, "No need to thank me, we're good partners after all... But what about your curse? Why did they take so long to release you?"
Mephit replied, "I don't know why, but my curse lost the ability to encase my characteristics. Taboo Armament tried many methods but failed, and in the end, they were forced to use a suppression imprint to release me."
Rod was startled, "Your curse stopped working?"
Mephit shook her head slightly.
"The curse is essentially part of my soul, originating from three of my soul traits: Cold Ice, mental control, and Dark Soul. The soul master of the Royal City manipulated these curses to encase my characteristics; however, since that day, they've lost the ability to do so and became..."
She paused, as if searching for the right words.
"Became... controllable, like an extension of the characteristics."
Rod immediately became determined and joyfully exclaimed, "Isn't that even better?"