The coachman twisted his tentacle-wrapped head around, examining the three people and one candle before him with the single eye in its center.
His gaze quickly locked onto the most powerful presence—Price Silvertail—and lingered on the split rat skull beneath the silver armor, as well as the faint traces of Abyssal Aura remaining on it.
Clap~ Clap~ Clap! The coachman actually began applauding.
"What a rare sight~ Someone who actually refused Face Condensation. And you even tore off your own mask without anyone's help. What incredible willpower. Truly admirable.
"But if you rejected the Abyss, why come here? An existence like you isn't permitted to meet the Abyss."
Price sensed no danger from the other party and chose to respond calmly. "I'm only a guard, escorting my friends to the Abyss."
As he spoke, his silver-plated tail rose slightly and pointed toward William beside him.
The coachman's gaze followed it. "Two Pathway Achievers and a Tumor Knight serving as guards, with a candle doll carrying Evil Sun Grease as a lamp. What an extravagant lineup.
"Since you chose to accept the Abyss when entering the curtain, you have the right to go to the Abysmer Settlement.
"Put out the candle and board the carriage. During the journey, I'll answer some questions to the best of my ability.
"Of course, you may refuse to ride and explore on your own. I was merely ordered by the 'Mouth of Death' to come welcome a group of honored guests like you."
Faced with an invitation whose danger was unknown, William thought quickly before replying. "Price, Jin, Thirteen, let's get on."
Jin scratched his helmet and said in confusion, "Ah~ William, why don't we just kill this guy? Then you can use your brain to read his memories, and we can drive the carriage