A crack appeared in Klein's originally wary expression. His gaze shifted between Cyril and Clarice, and he looked like someone who had just stumbled upon some juicy gossip.
...By stealing something, did she mean the "Conqueror" characteristic involved in the transaction between the Demoness Sect and the Loen Royal Family?
So the reason this guy hadn't shown himself through the Mirror World since leaving Backlund last time was because he was afraid of being cornered?
I had thought the recorded "Teleport" and "Flash" were simply more useful...
As his thoughts scattered, he tightened his grip around the bronze whistle in his hand... Would blowing it now summon a new messenger?
Beside him, Alger had recovered from the Demonesses' beauty and charm, but his face was grave. The unease and sense of danger constantly lingering in his heart made him tremble as though facing the Sea King himself.
These were two Demigod-level Demonesses!
Fate had stolen something from them, so he had been pursued all this time?
Those were two Demigods, with even more Demigods behind them, perhaps even Angels, not to mention the evil god worshipped by the Demoness Sect. How did he dare do such a thing?
Unless Sea King Kottman could connect the dagger left behind to the Mirror World and pursue them, then with just Fate, World, and me, surviving even one exchange against Demigod-level Demonesses would be a blessing.
As his thoughts churned, he suddenly felt an itch in his throat and began coughing uncontrollably.
"Cough... cough!!"
The coughing worsened and worsened until mucus and tears streamed down his face.
Disease!
No, plague!
Alger raised a hand to cover his chest. He felt heat building in his lungs, pressure swelling in his head, and his whole body becoming groggy.
His coughing seemed to trigger something, causing