"What did you do?!"
The Clown's cry of alarm rang out. With a stunned expression, it stared fixedly at Gleipnir.
Gleipnir did not answer. She merely looked at The Clown with calm eyes.
After a deathly silence.
The Clown's originally arrogant smile turned into dark, brooding stillness.
"Why can your body still move on its own?" The Clown narrowed its eyes. "Did you let the consciousness of a Demonic Beast in a special form control your body?"
"No..."
"The ritual underground can detect every ritual within your physical body and pull you into the 'dream' scenario. Even if you have two consciousnesses in one body, the other consciousness would be dragged into the dream as well."
"But now, why..."
"Why..."
The Clown kept questioning itself, then kept staring at Gleipnir as it interrogated her.
Gleipnir still did not answer, but she understood by now that Angel had already taken control of her body.
Fortunately, there were two of them this time, and Angel was among them.
If she had come alone, Carnival Night Clown would have absolutely played her for a fool!
"Tell me, why your body..." The Clown bared a mouth stretched like a tear and charged before Gleipnir, extending both hands as though it wanted to strangle her neck.
Gleipnir neither dodged nor evaded, merely watching The Clown quietly.
The next second, The Clown's hands did not touch Gleipnir. They passed straight through her neck.
Staggering, it lost its balance and lunged toward Gleipnir. Yet Gleipnir still did not evade, allowing The Clown to pounce at her.
Like an illusory shadow, it passed through Gleipnir.
The Clown could not touch Gleipnir. It was as if they stood in different dimensions—they could see each other, yet could not touch each other.
"Just as I thought." Realization flashed through Gleipnir's