"Huh?"
The cry came not from the man on the floor, but from Audrey, who had followed Angel back into the room.
Starting from "Hypnotist," Beyonders of the Spectator Pathway gained considerable physical enhancements. When subjected to physical attacks, they could even instinctively create a layer of scales over their skin. According to Audrey's experiments, even ordinary sharp weapons could not penetrate those scales. She had not tested handgun bullets, but they probably could not either.
Thus, a "Dreamwalker" of a higher Sequence would surely possess similar enhancements, allowing him to withstand blades and bullets. Ordinary punches and kicks would naturally have no effect.
Yet Miss Empress had actually killed him with a casual punch?
She instinctively imagined herself in the fallen Dreamwalker's place and felt a faint pang of sympathy for the Spectator who had been fighting her just moments earlier.
If Christine used that kind of strength to subdue me, I probably wouldn't be able to fight back at all... As she silently muttered to herself, she suddenly noticed that the man on the floor was still breathing slowly, his chest rising and falling. He was not "dead," as she had thought.
"He only lost consciousness from a direct blow to the heart. Killing someone in the Duke's residence would surely lead to a thorough investigation, whatever the reason."
Angel spoke casually, glanced around, and picked up a mirror from the lounge's dressing table. She stroked its surface, preparing to perform Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling.
She did not use her eyes directly in place of a mirror, naturally to prevent any subsequent investigation from discovering that she had used abilities beyond those of a Pleasure Demoness and exposing her identity.
Audrey turned back to close and lock the door so that no one would accidentally enter, then returned