"Is this place haunted?"
No goodwill, no attack, no other action.
This existence, capable of reacting to his actions, had merely circled around with him in the canyon for half the day.
By now, Linsey was completely unable to figure out its purpose.
"What the hell does this mean?"
"Don't tell me some inexplicable Eighth Stage or Ninth Stage big shot is messing with me for fun?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Can you hear me?"
"Say something, at least? Or should I just stand still and let you slash me once?"
"Are you some machine without independent consciousness, capable only of reacting to my actions? Did the Machine Race reach its peak in the future, build some bizarre time machine, and end up like this?"
"Or... has the air friend I made in the Black Mountain World finally come looking for me?"
Linsey racked his brains, listing every possibility as he tried to communicate with the other party.
Just as he considered using the Magical Conch, Linsey finally stopped probing.
For one thing, he truly had no way to communicate with it.
This thing had not affected Linsey in the slightest. Not even a wisp of dust in the canyon had been disturbed by it.
And there was another, more important reason.
Ahead in the canyon, Air Touch had already carried the dust kicked up by hoofbeats to Linsey's ears.
—Alvitte had arrived.
With such an obvious enemy appearing before him,
that unfathomable existence, which showed him neither friendliness nor hostility, was no longer so important.
Clip-clop, clip-clop—
Figures on horseback emerged before the canyon.
Linsey's eyesight was excellent, and with Air Touch assisting him, he immediately identified the exact composition of Alvitte's group.
Aside from the Girl Righteous Walker leading the way at the front,
five men and two women