"Walking so rashly into the home of a Beyonder whose background you know nothing about—have you prepared yourself for the consequences?"
Listening to the man before her, Hairore could not help swallowing, even though there was not the slightest oppressive aura. Then she said with feigned composure:
"I left word behind before I came. If I disappear like this, no matter how capable you are, you'll be in a lot of trouble! My father is a member of Parliament, with Beyonders protecting him, and my whole family believes in the Evernight Goddess..."
"Ah..."
"Y-you... why are you sighing?" Hairore was startled by Sno's sudden long sigh and asked in alarm. Sno spread his hands and replied helplessly:
"I just praised you, and then you immediately tried to fool me with such a crude lie. I can't even play along if I want to!"
As he spoke, Sno raised three fingers in turn—
"First, although members of the House of Commons have Beyonders protecting them, they failed to notice even a Sequence Eight like you. Do you expect them to pose a threat to me?"
"Second, you know perfectly well that I can control your body. What made you think you wouldn't be able to 'go back'?"
"Third, Duke Negan was such a powerful duke and a believer of the Lord of Storms, yet he still died beyond saving. Why would you think that being a God's believer is some kind of protective charm?"
As he spoke, Sno suddenly rose to his feet, closing the distance between them until it became uncomfortably close. Staring straight into Hairore's eyes, he said:
"I've met quite a few Beyonders, but someone like you, who lacks even the most basic self-awareness, surviving all the way to Sequence Eight is truly rare. Perhaps you should thank