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"Earl, when you came here before... was it also such an artsy scene?"

"More or less, but the atmosphere wasn't this intense."

"The Art Festival is underway, so it makes sense for the atmosphere to be more intense.

That means there's no problem. At least we can be sure they didn't deliberately create this 'citywide painting' spectacle specifically for us.

Besides, none of the art pieces I've seen so far have affected me."

"Tch! What effect could these low-grade works created by trashy Otherworlders possibly have?

If it were only this bunch of inferior Otherworlders stationed here, would this Earl have been afraid before? I could've killed them all in minutes, alright?

These idiots don't even qualify as appetizers. Once you reach that guy's palace, you'll understand.

Still, there's something I need to remind you about."

"What is it?"

"Back then, when I noticed something was wrong and decided to flee the city overnight.

What I saw was completely different from the city streets at first... it might have been an illusion caused by Mind Invasion, or perhaps some special method the Lord had set up throughout the city.

I was too focused on escaping to investigate it further."

"A completely different city? What did it look like?"

"A twisted, abstract city of depravity."

"That's useful information. You're pretty reliable after all, Earl."

"Just don't pick a fight with the Painter, and we can talk about anything."

"Don't worry. Unless I'm forced into a corner, I won't take the initiative to provoke this Ancestral Body... Oh, right! If I kill this Painter, that should be a great help to you too, Earl.

For example, absorbing an Ancestral Body's blood might allow you to break through, perhaps even touch upon ancestry."

"Don't... This Earl is doing very well right now. There's