Although she knew it was a bit mean to think this way and it wasn't good to show it directly, that feeling of "being favored"... really made her anxious heart settle back into her chest.
It turned out that in Sumire's heart, there was still a sense of priority based on who came first.
That bad woman might be powerful, but she can only sleep on the sofa!
Sumire naturally noticed Reze's little thoughts.
She couldn't help but chuckle and leaned in to tease Reze in her ear: "What's wrong? Little Reze, are you jealous?"
"...N-No, I'm not."
Reze quickly denied it. She turned around, her green eyes looking at Sumire in the dark with a somewhat complex gaze.
"I just... don't really like Makima. She feels dangerous, very dangerous. I'm afraid she'll harm you, even though I know she's also your Incarnation, but I always feel... the way she looks at people is like she's looking at some kind of tool or dead object."
As an Agent trained in Soviet Union institutions since childhood, Reze's intuition was terrifyingly accurate.
Sumire nodded noncommittally.
Indeed, Makima's essence was dominance; that inhuman divinity and contempt for humanity were etched into her bones.
"Don't worry." Sumire reached out and gently caressed Reze's cheek, soothing her softly: "At least for now, Incarnations are 100% loyal to me. Even Makima, after becoming my Incarnation, has completely turned into a well-behaved child."
"And no matter how strong she is, or how many new partners there are in the future..."
Sumire paused and looked into Reze's eyes, saying seriously: "You were the first one to be by my side."
Reze was stunned, her eyes turning slightly red.
Before she could finish being moved, Sumire suddenly leaned in and gave her cheek a light peck.
Chuu.
The soft sensation was gone in an instant.
Reze trembled all over as if she had been struck by lightning. She was unexpectedly flattered, and her cheeks instantly burned. "This..."
"This is a goodnight kiss for a good child." Sumire smiled and helped her tuck in the covers: "Alright, get some rest."
Reze nodded obediently, her lips finally curling into a reassured smile.
"Eh? Um... Sumire My Lord, I want one too!"
Just then, Perona, who had been sleeping on the other side of the bed, woke up at some point. She poked her head over with her messy pink curls and pointed at her cheek with an expectant look.
Sumire didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Alright, alright, everyone gets one."
With that, she also kissed Perona's snowy white cheek.
"Horo horo horo~ Goodnight, Modie My Lord!" Perona retreated into the covers with satisfaction.
The night passed in silence, and soon the sound of steady breathing came from the bedroom... while in the living room.
The neon lights from outside filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting streaks of light on the floor.
Makima didn't lie down to rest like a normal person.
She sat on the sofa, still wearing her neat white shirt and trousers, with her hands folded over her lap, her posture as elegant as if she were sitting on a throne.
She didn't close her eyes.
Those golden ringed eyes glowed slightly in the dark.
Makima stared straight at the ceiling, her face always wearing that signature gentle yet hair-raising smile.
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