Aiwass stared blankly at Number 14—meanwhile, the complex expression of astonishment, wonder, and excitement on his face was also transmitted into his own mind through Number 14's gaze.
Black long hair, crimson eyes, a delicate little face like that of a doll...
Completely different from the fragile, shivering helplessness of "Blood Slave Number 14" in his dreams—right now, the split-off "Shadow Side of Aiwass" with the power of the Fourth Level Transcendence Path emanated an indescribable sense of danger and malevolence.
She was clearly wearing a plain Pure White lace dress, yet she exuded the aura of a noble lady. She stood proud and arrogant, looking down on Aiwass, who was much taller. Her lips bore no expression, yet conveyed both a "cold sternness" and a "mocking, almost smiling scorn".
—In a moment of confusion, Aiwass finally recalled where this temperament came from.
It was indeed from Shadow Devil Beiad in his childhood!