HMM.
After getting permission from the goddess, Neoma held Genevieve's hand and observed it.
Yeah, that physical body was nothing but a vessel.
However, the Malice around it was real.
Which means that if I purify it here, it should work on Aunt Genevieve's real body.
"Can you do it, Little Mona?"
Pfft.
That was the first time someone called Neoma by that pet name.
I don't hate it, though.
"My name is Neoma, but I don't mind if you call me that way, Auntie," Neoma said, smiling. "Do I look like my mother?"
"Yes, a lot."
"I'm happy to hear that. I often hear that I look like my father, so it makes me happy that someone finally said that I look like my mother."
Genevieve scoffed. "I don't recognize Nikolai de Moonasterio as a human being. So, naturally, you can't look like someone who doesn't exist in my world. That's why you are 'Little Mona' to me."
Neoma burst out laughing.
How funny.
