It had to be said that the name Ammon carried an astonishing amount of weight. If it had been anyone else, the Night Emperor would never have passed up the chance to deceive them. But when faced with Ammon, the world's strongest Con Sman, the Night Emperor decisively chose to back down—after all, any Beyonder with even a little experience understood that aside from true gods, no one could confidently claim they could afford to offend Ammon.
After thoroughly reshaping Prince Grove's body into a form suitable for herself, Integra left the Ghost Empire with the characteristics of the Lord of Order and the Life-Giver. Naturally, she had not forgotten to lend MI9 a hand.
She was a person with principles, after all. Grov's refusal to listen was Grov's own business. Those youngsters had, at the very least, served as guides—the Ghost Empire had made use of the Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics, and only those of the Inquisitor Pathway could reach the captain's quarters—so Integra was not about to leave them on the island to await death.
On the Black Pearl, Novat listened to the distinct rumbling coming from behind him and felt his scalp go numb. He did not dare turn around to see what changes had occurred in the Ghost Empire, and could only ask somewhat stiffly:
"Ms. Integra, how should we report this after we return?"
"It doesn't matter. Just tell the truth. But considering that you lost a demigod and a Level 0 Sealed Artifact this time, your days ahead probably won't be easy. If I remember correctly, you're all from noble families, right? Make a show of yourselves when you return. At the very least, let your families know that you've made it back to Backlund. That will make things safer."
Integra stood at the