"Concealment is forbidden here!"
Along with the slightly familiar declaration, a green tree more than a hundred meters away from Klein suddenly trembled. Then, as if struck by a speeding truck, a figure was flung out of the tree and swiftly changed from semi-transparent to solid.
He was an elderly brown-skinned man with entirely white hair and deep wrinkles, his features carrying the distinct characteristics of the Southern Continent. His brown eyes were not fixed on Klein, but on the other end of the forest, where the declaration had come from.
Klein instinctively stopped playing the harmonica. Using sparks ignited by the stream of flames, he completed a Flaming Jump before turning to look in that direction.
As expected, the person who entered his field of vision was a handsome man in an Intis-style suit, hands tucked into his pockets, standing with an air of pure swagger.
"Mr. Devil?!"
Klein was immensely startled. Although he knew Mr. Devil was likely in Bayram, he had never imagined that he would appear here at this moment.
But before he could say anything else, his pupils suddenly constricted as he shouted:
"Careful, he's trying to possess—"
"What did you say?" The corners of Sno's mouth lifted slightly. Klein could clearly see the figure of the Rose School demigod reflected in his eyes. He had clearly already been possessed by a Wraith.
Yet just as Klein was about to play the adventurer's harmonica and summon Miss Messenger, he saw in astonishment that the Rose School demigod was actually ejected from Sno's body.
In contrast to Mr. Devil's calm and unruffled demeanor, black blood was now seeping from the Rose School demigod's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His whole body looked as though he had borne a weight too heavy for a lifetime.
"This is