Then Shester replied, shrugging her shoulders gently.
"... well yeah. Your face was too different earlier..."
Menontius then said with a truly nourishing face that seemed to see through Chester's interior.
"Right. On that face, anyone who is human has fear. As if it were recorded in the soul..."
Then Shester took a light, deep breath there.
"... apparently they're reading my insides? Exactly. On that face I feared. I'll admit it. But what the hell does it mean to be recorded in your soul?
Shester realized there was no point where he saw Menontius' face and hid his insides, and asked as he admitted it lightly.
Then Menontius began to nod lightly and again.
"Right...... I think it's probably actually recorded in the soul. I'm guessing someone carved that face into humans long before it was fat..."
"... isn't that your lord?
"You're not."
"Does that mean that your lord dared to change to that face because that face is typologetically a face of human fear?
"Exactly. Much quicker to understand."
"I mean, the face earlier is not your lord's real face...... don't you think?
"That's right, too. My true face is... something else. Yeah, but I can't show you that, can I? Until I changed to that face. But even then, I will be able to prove that I am the devil. Because humans don't have the ability to change their faces like that, do they?