In theory, a wraith could move through walls without hindrance, but that proved problematic in the trial. Under Klein's control, the previously confident Senior charged carelessly into the wall where the door was located, producing a loud crack.
"Having a wraith marionette pass through walls is undoubtedly a very good idea. Unfortunately, this ancient castle has clearly undergone some form of mystical treatment, making it far sturdier than you expected. Even with a wraith's constitution, it nearly smashed its head open."
The words appearing in the Dice Roll Record seemed to carry some peculiar emotion, making Klein instinctively feel as though he was being mocked.
Could this book have living characteristics? Klein thought, but he did not test that possibility. For now, the book seemed to be an extremely important aid in this trial. Even if he confirmed that it possessed living characteristics, his actions would only anger it.
Taking a deep breath, Klein tossed his coin twice. Only after confirming that there was neither danger nor any mechanism outside did he carefully push open a narrow crack in the door, which did not look particularly sturdy.
With a bruise still on his forehead, the Admiral of Blood immediately transformed into a wraith and slipped through the gap.
"Doesn't seem like there's anything here?" Looking through Senior's perspective, Klein observed the scene outside the room. Whether because the wraith form was sufficiently concealed or because this place was truly safe, there was nothing in the corridor beyond the wall except flickering candlelight that seemed as though it would never burn out.
Having only just become a Marionettist, Klein was still somewhat clumsy in his control of marionettes. Not only did it consume a great deal of spirituality, but the distance between a marionette and its main body was limited to