"Don Freecss probably hasn't been back here in a long time." Ging swung his flashlight around, inspecting the inside of the temporary shelter. "There's no sign that anyone's lived here at all."
"I'd be pretty freaked out if we ran into Don Freecss here," Biscuit said.
Ging turned around and asked curiously, "Why?"
"We still don't know whether Don Freecss is alive or dead, right?" Biscuit shrugged. "If he's already dead, then seeing him here would mean we'd have to deal with some kind of monster."
Ging fell silent. He understood what Biscuit meant. Someone like Don Freecss, who could wander the Dark Continent all alone, must have been unimaginably powerful.
And if someone like that had been killed by something, transformed into some kind of monster, and then crossed paths with the four of them... The consequences would be unthinkable.
Don Freecss himself would be a "calamity"—or something even more terrifying than one.
"Now that you put it that way, it really is a dilemma." Ging scratched his cheek with a finger, troubled. "I want to see him, but I don't want to see him either. What a pain."
At that moment, Gelman had finally had enough of the dust filling the room. He said to Shizuku, "Shizuku, could you use your Evil Tenderfoot to clean this place up?"
"Oh." Shizuku blinked. "Right. Then you guys go outside while I use Evil Tenderfoot to clean up."
The other three went outside the stone-pillar dwelling and waited by the entrance, watching Shizuku put on a Gas Mask she'd unsealed with a Free Card. Holding Evil Tenderfoot, she repeatedly sucked up the dust and debris.
"This is incredible." Biscuit tugged on Gelman's black robe. "Could you have imagined this before? Shizuku's Evil Tenderfoot is actually doing the job of a vacuum