Dragon

Miss Judge, clutching the Codex, stood atop a high-rise building. A golden chain extended from her palm and pressed into the back of Prajna's neck, while the slender brush in Prajna's hand wrote lines of golden words through the air.

Having witnessed the scene of "the dead returning" with her own eyes, Lavinia could not help exclaiming, "Miss Lingyun, you look like an underworld judge now."

"Which judge?"

Curiosity appeared on Prajna's face. "As far as I know, the underworld's judges are all rather terrifying-looking. You haven't even seen my 'Evil Spirit Banya' form, so why do you think I resemble them?"

"Ah, well... it was just a metaphor. I've never seen what real underworld judges look like."

Only then did Miss Judge remember that Miss Lingyun also held the identities of Hell's gatekeeper and a ghostfolk grand general. She ought to have been colleagues with those underworld judges.

Just as she felt she had been somewhat rude, she noticed the faint curl of the other woman's lips and realized she was joking.

Lavinia was somewhat surprised. "I never expected Miss Lingyun to joke around."

"They're here."

A candlestick lit up in the darkness.

The Candle Knight, wearing her fallow deer hood, approached slowly. A little blood stained her hem, and her expression was somewhat downcast.

She was a sentimental person. Though she had resolved herself to kill enemies, whenever she thought of the families behind the dead, she could not help feeling sorrowful. Among them was even one of her former admirers.

A low rumble of thunder suddenly echoed through the sky. The three women looked up in unison and saw a red-and-black figure faintly visible among the clouds, swimming through the mist like a giant whale.

Lavinia chuckled. "Which of you can understand what my lord is saying?"