"That's right. I can make things happen this way. And so can you."
Yi Cha smiled weirdly, "You're thinking, why do you have to listen to a demon and a vampire telling you what to do?"
"I have no such idea, two congressmen." The hair-knotted philosopher became embarrassed. He obviously had something else to say. As Cha pretended to listen, Rasnuolo was not so cooperative - he laughed sinisterly at the other side in a standard vampire's arrogant tone, making the creature that was trying to become tougher even more nervous.
"No one wants to deny your contribution, Speaker," he finally said.
There were laughs and boos among the guests, and it was clear that some of the guys were a little disappointed by the philosopher's performance.
Icha blinked at him.
"Whether you really feel that way or not. There are many guys here who think the same as you. Especially the ones who are not very good at saying these words. In denying yourself, you also deny their thoughts - can you Smell? There’s an unpleasant smell everywhere in here.”
"Unhappy——?" The knotted philosopher looked at him blankly. The demon pointed in a direction, motioning for him to move away from the center of everyone's attention. The philosopher was stunned for a moment, stretched out like an overly lush sea urchin, and rolled to the side along a few steps. Yi Cha scanned the noisy room, and his eyes casually fixed on a fat, giant purple ball outside a few long tables - that guy occupied a corner of the six-pointed star room simply by its size.
"For example, this caring mother." Yi Cha introduced to the booing crowd, waved to the giant purple ball, and paused imperceptibly. If anyone knows what he is thinking, he should add the details of the purple ball at this time. It was Lasnolo who did this:
"'Purple Mother' is the proposer of 'Project Horn Fury'."
"The Horn Fury Project. Yes." Yicha nodded, "an emotional 'therapy' that treats the entire universe as a child. It is led by the 'Purple Mother' in front of me, and by an uncountable number of people. Purple Kids are responsible for the specifics. We are all impressed by this proposal, right?"
The sparse response was purely out of politeness. The giant purple ball had two round eyes, and steam came out of its wide nostrils. The purple children who had just run away were each riding their own little stools, dangling under her eaves-like belly.
Obviously, compared to the "Horn Fury Project", this integrated purple family itself impressed everyone more.
"You're right. I'm upset."
The giant purple ball rolled its eyes. "Why should I listen to a demon and a vampire? This is really harmful to the health of me and my babies."
"Especially now that we've got what we wanted," she added.
Her voice is really unpleasant.
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"Which comes first, the child or the mother? This is really a philosophical question. But whether it is bioscience or popular science materials such as "The Nine Planes", there is such a clear explanation: "Purple Children" So they are "purple children" because they can exist because of the existence of the "purple mother".
This has nothing to do with blood ties. Their relationship goes beyond blood. If we must take it seriously, this type of monster would be called a monster, and it is considered to be the abnormal remnant produced after the collision between the void and reality.
No one knows what the purple mother was originally. And the children are probably just cosmic garbage transformed by them. They don't completely listen to them, but they don't have complete autonomy either. It's like a cockroach with its head cut off is still running around... (This sentence is reserved to wait for a better metaphor)
From a behavioral analysis point of view, the purple mother is somewhere between a goblin and an evil spirit. and influence each other's customs. In other words, they are vicious, stupid, and basically completely unreasonable.
It’s hard to say whether our beautiful water fairy was led astray by her..."
——Draft of "Walking with the Magnificent Willy Shaw - A Biography of Chaint Sinkardstu"
"There are a lot of factual errors, and it is recommended that the entire paragraph be deleted." - Commented by Ezhaint Sinkades
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"But you admit, I was right." Icha said. This sentence is purely to bring things to an appropriate level. The huge purple ball walked towards him with its round belly, and the drinks in more than three cups spilled on the ground with every step. The purple mother stretched out her claws to check. It felt like shaking hands, but also like trying to take out his lungs. Soon everyone discovered that it was the latter. So many little parrots and ghosts flew in from both sides, got into her nostrils, started making noise in her stomach, and made her float in the air.
Yi Cha also took matters into his own hands. He rejected other offers and connected the huge floating purple ball to a leather rope made of the neck tendon of a flying crocodile, and tied it to a strong enough window frame.
"Everything is fine." At this time, Lasnuolo said to the guests who had almost calmed down. "This is to keep her safe. Your mother is better there than here." He told the little purple monsters jumping around on the ground. "Trust me. No one knows security better than me."
"Who has any objection now?" He raised his voice.
"Don't hold anything back." Yi Cha jumped back to the top of the hanging table and said easily. Fortunately, everyone was very cooperative. After a while, the window frame was filled with various balls, burping and bumping in the air.
"You guys." Finally, he took the initiative and pointed towards the small corner that exuded pure white light - that was also the quietest corner from beginning to end.
The angels sitting together turned to look at him with peaceful expressions. That look could make an evil creature's heart stop beating and sink to its thighs.
Yi Cha felt that he was definitely used to it. But he still cursed silently in his heart.
"You," he said gruffly, "you must have a problem." Torin slid under him, flashing like a reminder.
Yi Cha ignored the light spot's kindness.
The last thing a demon needs is to disguise himself in front of angels. Besides, he also had to reassure everyone present: the Returned Star Council could not only give them all the support, but also defeat any of them at any time. This is not a hobby, but a necessary proof process.
"We do not wish to challenge you. Kind Speaker," one of the angels said. The table before them was clean—cleaner than before they arrived. "Forgive us for meddling. We just want to confirm what's going on at the end of the world.
And, if you don't mind, could you tell us a little bit about the Demon Lord's intentions? "
