"Nicely done." Chichu Chun clapped her hands with a smile.
The predator, thrilled by the girl's praise, shook off the bloodstains, swaying its head as it approached Chichu Chun, cautiously nudging its head under the girl's hand.
The predator raised its head, observing Chichu Chun as if seeking an adult's approval like a child. Only after getting the girl's nod did it start making a purring sound, rubbing its head against the girl's palm.
"These insects have no capacity for thought; in their world, there is no good or evil, no sense of morality, nor any semblance of family or companionship—they can only act according to instinct."
Chichu Chun withdrew her hand, gazing into the distance of the city.
"I integrated it into my pheromone network; to it, I am now the only master."
