"How did someone walk out of the mural?" As Lumine played the score she had obtained in the hall of the fading ancient castle, a mural on the nearby wall lit up. Then a figure stepped out from within it—a person dressed all in red, wearing a strange white mask.
"It's you." Little Woos stared at the figure in shock.
"It has been a long time, my dear friend. How many years have passed since then? Five hundred? A thousand? Time holds no meaning for beings like us. Even though you are now possessing that tiny body, I recognized you at a glance. What is it? Tired of fighting wars, and now you have taken up catching mice as a hobby?"
The newcomer appeared completely unconcerned with Shen Fei and the others. His gaze remained fixed on Little Woos, as if Shen Fei's group did not exist in his eyes.
"Little Woos, what is this guy? A ghost, or a demon king?" Paimon was displeased by his arrogance.
"Demon king? As expected, Barbarians are Barbarians. You do not even know the extent of your own ignorance. I am Boethius of Lemuria, chief harmonist of Phoebus. I have no interest in learning Barbarians' names, so there is no need to introduce yourselves." Paimon's voice made Boethius shift his gaze to Shen Fei and the others, but it soon returned to Little Woos.
"You rude jerk!" Paimon could not help shouting.
"Boethius, I do not know why your shattered soul has manifested here, but the disordered score here must be your doing. Stop this. Return the souls of those in the present world to them, then return to the shadows, beneath the deep waters, to where you belong. This is my final warning to you," Little Woos suddenly said.
"What? So you