The handsome man in midair wore a crisp double-breasted formal suit and gleaming leather shoes, as though he had just stepped out of a banquet hall and onto an invisible floor in the sky.
His golden eyes instantly locked onto the villa's dining room, which resembled ruins, and the mysterious woman who had vanished after a flash of fire near the ground.
With a cold snort, the man raised his left hand. Mysterious, intricate patterns and symbols surged around him, about to form a new door before him. Yet the symbols and patterns scattered into the wind and disappeared.
"Unable to lock on... Anti-Divination beyond that of a Demigod?"
After a long while, he muttered to himself, his left hand still raised as he hesitated over whether to lower it.
At that moment, a fierce gust swept past him. The distant figure, previously flickering in and out of sight, had already flown to the suited man's side.
The newcomer was borne aloft by the gale. He wore a black robe embroidered with Storm symbols and a soft hat of the same color. His expression was stern. He was Ace Snake, the Cardinal Bishop of the Church of Storms, Bishop of the Backlund Diocese, the "Singer of God."
"Celt? Why are you here?"
Cherwood Borough belongs to our Church of Storms, under the jurisdiction of the Mandated Punishers of Saint Wind Cathedral—his stern expression conveyed the words he had left unspoken.
"I live nearby. I heard the commotion and came to take a look."
The handsome man called Celt replied, his gaze sweeping over the still-burning villa and the citizens gathered on the road to watch the explosion and the girls huddled together. His expression darkened.
"Who was that just now?"
Ace had arrived a step too late and had only