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[Day 45]

Today was the day… time to help her tame the mold.

Unlike other days, Benladann didn't wake up as cheerful… I know how she might feel, but this is for your best.

After we had breakfast, we were kind of ready…

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Hmm…" she muttered, nodding. She was glancing at the floor while being a bit concerned.

She's nervous.

I can see her hands trembling… Come on, I thought we got already through that…

No, I have to be more comprehensible. Alright, let's calm her down again.

"Don't worry, you're not alone here," I said.

Benladann stopped trembling, as she glanced at my eyes.

"Drake… Will you… stay at my side? Even if… Eve if… I become a bad girl?" she asked.

"Bad girl? What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Before we start training… there's something I need to tell you… Abut my powers- No, about the Mold…" said Benladann, sitting over my arm and hugging my shoulder.

It seems that she was opening a bit more…

I knew there was something else that this Mold was other than a parasitic alien-like thing.

"…Okay, I will listen to you, and I won't judge you, feel free to tell me," I said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Of course… Who am I to judge anyway?" I asked.

"Drake…" she muttered, as she contained little tears coming from her beautiful golden eyes.

"You see… there's something within this Mold… It is not simply a thing, but it's an individual… It has… a mind of its own…" she said.

"A mind… of its own?"

Benladann then began to explain to me a few things… things I never actually thought could be possible with her powers.

To resume things out, her Mold has a personality, and it is also "intelligent".

Yeah… And the worst part is that things entity, this personality, was formed by copying her own and twisting it around through the Mold's contained feelings of frustration, anger, and despise to all things due to how it was tortured and forced to become a laboratory specimen.

Benladann said that this entity calls herself Miranda, and it says to be her twin sister.

She is manipulative and has a destructive personality, while also being incredibly jealous and possessive, unlike the real Benladann.

This entity was the one that maintained her caged into a sea of darkness, while it took over her body and made her into the Mold Legion.

I suppose it helped her survive but… this wasn't really the way to do it.

I guess I can't argue with a parasitic alien-like creature, it simply has a completely different thought process than us, a completely different mentality, and thoughts, it is more complex, yet it is not… well, you get it.

This entity tried to conceal Benladann's memories of her parents, the very memories that made her heal a bit of her mental damage and become better and happier, it forced her to forget about them and to go back to her mentality in her previous life.

But things changed when I appeared when I made her drink my blood, and "Miranda" grew weaker.

Benladann was able to fight back against her and escaped the "sea of darkness" where she was caged.

Her greatest fear is that the more she develops her Mold Magic, the more power could Miranda gain and that one day… she might try to take over her again.

I simply can't let that happen to her…

I suppose this is why she asked me if I would be with her even after she was to become a "bad girl"…

This "split personality" which is more like a completely different entity within the Mold itself is what she thinks is her "bad girl side"… But it is not really that, it is a completely alien being that is just trying to take over her.

I comforted her as I told her that I would do everything I could to not let that happen.

"Y-You're… you're really okay with it?" she asked.

"I am. Benladann, I am not going to back down now that I have helped you so much. I want you to stick with me. We'll force Miranda to obey us, we'll tame her the same way we will tame the Mold," I said.

"Drake…"

"This is why I want you to be brave, and to have trust in yourself…" I said.

"I see… But it is hard… It is hard…" she sighed.

"Even then, if you can't trust yourself, trust me. Believe in me that I believe in yourself," I said.

"Ah… Believe in you… I can do that… If I believe in you believe on me… then I believe in myself?" she asked.

"That's right! It was… something I learned in a series I once saw back on Earth, I never knew it would come useful in such a situation… So? What do you think? Can you believe in me that I believe in yourself, Benladann?" I asked.

Benladann's golden eyes began to shine brightly, as little tears started to come out like little rivers.

"Yes… I… I will! I will be strong, just as you said I was, Drake!" she said.

"Good! That's the spirit! Now, let's begin!" I said.

We started first with a "warmup" where I simply let Benladann let her Mana flow around her body for a bit. And then, it came the moment of the truth.

She pointed her open palms into the walls, as she imagined the thing I told her.

"Imagine a Mold Bullet, and launch it with force," that's what I told her to imagine.

She closed her eyes as her eyebrows furrowed…

And then, I saw the mana of her body concentrate into the palms of her hand, and like a flow of mana, they came out of her palms with a poof!

Poof!

Mana materialized, and the mold was created.

A sphere of slimy black ooze appeared out of thin air, as it was suddenly launched into the wall!

Smack!

It got stuck into the wall and then slowly began to fall through it.

"I-I did it…" she said, glaring at the Mold and containing her fear.

"Good, let's continue, I know you can do it, Benladann!" I said.

"Okay!"

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