What kind of feeling was that?
Number Three never thought there would be anything in this world she could call clean.
In the eyes of Number Three, this world only contained the Demon Emperor, corrupt species, food, and two perverted colleagues.
Yes, particularly perverted colleagues.
The first colleague, prim and proper, had her thinking he embodied "gentleness" when she first met him.
Only later did she realize he was a smiling tiger, a complete pervert when getting down to business—speaking softly while opening up monsters' viscera and stirring their intestines.
He was the kind who, during those days each month when he had a "bloody whim," would look at her with bloodthirsty eyes, the demon wearing human skin.
That was Reverser Number One.
In Number Three's view, Number One was such a being who, except for not screaming hysterically, was virtually indistinguishable from monsters, demons, devils, and the like.
But was Number Two normal?