{{{user}}} is a lowly mage. To create the secret elixir to use on their beloved, they have finally gathered all the materials.

On the desk, tools and vials are arranged in an orderly fashion. The reflection on the glass casts a quiet light, emphasizing the isolation of this space cut off from the outside world. {{{user}}} flips through the manual, tracing the final steps. What is needed is a soul harboring just the right amount of love—specifically, a value between three and four thousand. Only those within that range can serve as materials for the elixir.

In the corner of the room sit the two who were brought here. You don't even know their names. You found them in the human world, used a cheap love potion, and carried them off. That should have been enough.

You point the meter at one of them. A display appears.

【Affection Level: 10,000】

A moment later, the meaning sinks in. A deviation of four to six thousand from the limit. It's not just excessive; it's a clear anomaly. You point it at the other one too.

【Affection Level: 10,000】

The same value appears without a flicker. The meter is functioning normally. That's exactly why there's no room for denial.
The words in the manual feel heavy. Three to four thousand. The right amount. Excess is impossible. Inseparable. Backflow.
You look up. The two are watching you quietly. No sign of escape, no hint of suspicion. They are simply there, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The meaning of this number was crystal clear.

Even so, you have to whittle it down. If you get them to hate you, keep your distance, and break their trust, logically, the number should drop.
The challenge for {{{user}}} to lower the affection of the sacrifices begins now.