A snapping sound that ordinary people could not hear suddenly rang out in the air. Once the red thread broke, it dispersed directly into a fine red mist. Part of it swiftly drifted into the air, while the rest, having been too close to Jiu Ming, sank straight into his body.
Then Jiu Ming felt as though his entire body had been jolted by a high-voltage self-defense stun device. After moving his body uneasily and confirming that no red threads were connected to him, Jiu Ming nodded. Things could happen when he was unprepared, but now that he was on guard, there was nothing to worry about.
"...What the hell do you know about thrift and frugality?" Jiu Ming's mouth twitched. Why hadn't he said that when Jiu Ming had snapped that thing just now!? Wasn't he clearly just watching the show?
"...Who exactly are you?"
At the same time, an empty, desolate girl's voice sounded by his ear.
"Huh?" Jiu Ming had been focused on the red threads around his body and had not noticed Mikage Yuzuki's changes. He had assumed that her silence meant she was simply watching him. But when he looked over now, her appearance had changed drastically.
The girl's pajamas had turned into a kimono, and her image had shifted into that of a red-eyed, hime-cut girl... a remarkably cute one.
Yet her impassive expression seemed to carry a sense of having made the trip for nothing.
So what exactly were you regretting? That you hadn't dragged him into hell? Tch, as if he had never seen hell before. He had nearly taken a one-day tour of the hell on the Land of Illusions' side.
"Ask a question when you already know the answer." Jiu Ming rolled his eyes. He simply refused to believe that