"There must be something I don't know about!"
As she said this, Losa 11 struck a detective's pose, supporting her chin with one hand.
"Could alcohol be a catalyst?"
"Do I become different after drinking?"
"If that's the case—"
"Then there is only one truth!"
Losa 11 spoke as if stating a fact.
While speaking, Losa 11 stood up, pointed at Jason, and continued: "It must be the host personality that made you do this, right Jason? As soon as I get drunk, the host personality emerges, and it will take care of everything for me."
Jason looked at Losa 11 as if she were an idiot.
Let alone why Losa 11 still thought she had split personalities, the very act of unconsciously demoting herself to a secondary personality caused a multitude of unsaid thoughts to gather in Jason's chest, wanting to burst out.
She didn't pay any attention to Jason's look and kept talking to herself.
"This personality must be my true self!"
"However, such a personality would surely be noticed by the eldest brother in my family!"
"It's likely that my eldest brother would turn me into a human skin lantern, so a secondary personality split off to deal with this 'crisis', while the real host personality stays hidden in the background!"
"No wonder I sometimes feel quite smart; it must be influenced by the host personality."
Losa 11 began to rationalize.
Her reasoning was sound and fully evidenced.
Jason raised an eyebrow; if he hadn't experienced all of this firsthand, he would have believed what Losa 11 said was true.
Then, Losa 11 turned her head again, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jason.
This tangible brightness in her eyes was even a bit surprising to Jason.
"Jason, please put in a good word for me with the host personality."
"I promise to be obedient and take care of things, just don't erase me."
As she spoke, Losa 11 pressed her palms together and repeatedly bowed to Jason.
"I've said, you don't have..."
"I understand the rules!"
"I am the host personality—everyone should think so, and that's what the boss has arranged. He prefers to stay behind the scenes, but rest assured, I will stand out in front and charge into battle for him."
Losa 11 interrupted before Jason could finish.
"Don't worry, although I'm the secondary personality, I share the same body with the boss. I'll definitely protect myself well. As long as the boss doesn't erase me, everything is negotiable."
"Right, you are the secondary personality."
Jason nodded in agreement.
"Tell the boss that I will do my best!"
Losa 11 said, her gaze becoming firm.
Moreover, a subtle but sharp aura began to emerge.
That aura was sharp and tenacious, and it carried a sense of superiority that seemed to look down upon everything.
In just a few seconds, a very clear sense of oppression appeared in Jason's perception.
Jason looked in surprise at the Losa 11 in front of him, who seemed to have become a different person.
"Is this what the boss is like?"
Losa 11 scratched her head and asked.
Suddenly, the aura disappeared.
She returned to that inept feeling.
Words like these flickered through Jason's mind.
He no longer knew how to describe Losa 11.
Perhaps... she was a talent?
A special kind of talent that is hard for ordinary people to notice?
As Jason thought this, his mind naturally began to contemplate the current situation.
A surprisingly favorable situation.
It was unexpectedly good.
It had been so long since he encountered a situation this favorable; naturally, he needed to take advantage of it.
Not just the current 'momentum', but also those captives.
Momentum is elusive and indescribable.
Captives, however, were tangible.
As long as Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 were not fools, they would definitely reap substantial benefits.
Jason thought of his plan.
He began to simulate it in his mind.
After simulating it three times and preparing to start the fourth, Jason's gaze was drawn to the distance where servers were bringing 'breakfast'.
Losa 11's Oppelin omelette, bacon, milk, and a vegetable salad.
And his ten roasted whole lambs.
Jason hadn't seen Losa 11's other foods, which seemed like a regular breakfast, but the Oppelin omelette was new to him.
It was called an omelette, but it seemed a bit more like a stewed egg.
Minced ham was sautéed before pouring in beaten eggs, stirring continuously, and then milk was added before the eggs set.
The fragrance of ham, eggs, and milk blended well together.
In the silver plate, it was stacked like a pancake, with a small spoon beside it.
It looked rather appetizing.
The smell was also appealing.
"Jason, do you need one?"
Losa 11 noticed Jason's gaze.
"Very much in your style."
Losa 11 replied with a smile.
Her laughter was natural, her face calm and composed, causing the watchful servers to admire internally that she was indeed the one who had planned everything. Right at that moment—
Losa 11's phone rang.
A name that would have sent her scrambling in fear on any other day, but at this moment, Losa 11 felt no such fear.
She now had someone backing her up.
The boss would surely handle everything.
Losa 11, convinced that she was only a secondary personality, answered the phone after a slight frown.
"Eldest brother, good morning."
Losa 11 greeted in a calm voice.