In the tense atmosphere, Sakrael stared intently at Ricky. "But that has never been confirmed."
Ricky was silent for a while.
"Oh, interesting."
Ricky met the Execution Knight's gaze and smiled.
"Which king?"
Under the other man's meaningful gaze, Sakrael decisively shook his head.
"I can't say."
Tales let out a breath.
Amid the trembling of the floor, Ricky suddenly turned back and glanced at Tales with an inscrutable look.
It startled the latter.
But Ricky eventually turned his gaze away and answered the Execution Knight.
"Watcher, how much do you know about demons?"
"And how much do you know about me?"
Sakrael froze for a moment.
"Come on. Tell me—and tell your Prince, too." Ricky smiled.
Sakrael cast Tales a strange glance.
"In the Star Kingdom, the Sunset Temple and the Kingdom Secret Bureau have been the ones dealing with beings like you for a long time."
Tales stirred slightly.
"According to the Sunset Temple, you cannot invade the mortal world in your true form. You can only possess a person and use their body as a vessel, or confuse their mind and speak only through the mouths of your followers." Sakrael scrutinized Ricky carefully.
"But no matter what, your current appearance is merely an illusion. Your roots lie in hell. That is why you can suffer a fatal wound without ever truly perishing."
Possession... confusion...
Tales suppressed his astonishment and digested this new knowledge.
Ricky stroked his chin and raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting." The leader of the Calamity Sword nodded. "Anything else?"
Sakrael fell silent for a moment.
"According to the Secret Section's records, aside from consciousness, you can also manifest in the mortal world through 'contamination.'" Sakrael stared fixedly at Ricky's wounded areas and gritted his teeth.
"Flesh contaminated by you possesses abnormal vitality that defies common