"So-called loss of control refers to a state of disorder in which a mysterious object spreads like a virus."
"So long as you meet the conditions for a mysterious object's invasion, you will enter its rhythm of disorder and eventually be assimilated by that disorder."
Put simply, a mysterious object that had lost control was equivalent to a terrifying disaster with bizarre properties.
Once someone fell into it, it meant they were fighting an incomprehensible disaster.
Angel was still somewhat confused when he heard this. "So, is Your Excellency's task to fight disasters and defeat them?"
Frost nodded, then shook his head. "It isn't that simple. Let me give you an example."
"Do you know why I came to Black Castle?" Though Frost seemed to be asking a question, he had no intention of waiting for Angel to answer. He continued, "The reason for all this began with a mysterious object that had lost control."
"Not long ago, I was resting in a nearby world when, one day, I received intelligence from the Order Guild."
"It was said that a mysterious object that had lost control had been confirmed to exist in a small world not far from me."
"And this mysterious object that had lost control was named by the Order Guild—the Casket of the Undead's Reincarnation."
When Frost said "Reincarnation," Angel clearly saw him grit his teeth. It reminded Angel of how, not long ago, when he had said that the Revolver was called the "Prelude of Reincarnation," Frost had seemed to mutter, "Reincarnation... that name truly makes me uncomfortable."
So Frost's discomfort was because of the "Reincarnation" in the Reincarnation Box?
Yet the mention of "Reincarnation" reminded Angel of an empty display case he had seen during his recent visit to the Research Institute. According to Master