An unknown void stretched out beneath a starry backdrop, with meteors occasionally streaking across it. A figure in white robes sat within the emptiness.
"Hehehe, that Placido guy. He talked such a big game, made it sound so convincing, and yet he got crushed so badly."
Luciano covered his mouth as he giggled strangely, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head.
Placido, seated across from him, had bloodshot eyes and could only glare at him viciously.
"Do you want to die?"
Luciano was utterly unfazed. "Oh? Then come on. Who's afraid of who?"
"Enough!"
Jose, the eldest of the trio, spoke up.
Luciano stuck out his tongue and sat back in a chair that was far too large for him, his short little legs dangling and swinging in the air.
Placido clicked his tongue, turned his head away, and said nothing more.
"You were indeed reckless, Placido." Jose looked at him and said critically, "Even if this person is an 'anomaly,' he is no ordinary 'anomaly.'
We of Iliaster should have complete knowledge of all history, yet this person appeared without any background. There is no trace of him even in the Timeline we knew from the past.
Such a person cannot possibly be insignificant."
Placido said coldly, "So you mean we should avoid him and simply leave him alone?"
"That is not what I said, Placido," Jose said. "But regardless, every action we take represents the will of God. We must act cautiously at all times.
At least until we understand this person's true nature."
"How utterly boring!"
Placido abruptly rose to his feet and strode toward the exit.
Jose said, "Where are you going, Placido?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to find him and fight him again." Placido snorted. "Just now, I merely had Ghost Machine fight in