Taking in Fugitives

Ron sat alone in his study.

At that moment, a black-and-white invitation hovered in front of him.

The material of the invitation was very unusual—it was neither paper nor an alchemical creation, and seemed more like the manifestation of some kind of "concept."

One moment it was clear, the next it blurred, while tiny bubbles constantly spilled from its edges. Reflected in each bubble was a twisted smiling face.

On the front of the invitation, a line of text was written in flowing script:

"Dear Sir Ron Ralph, we cordially invite you to participate in a 'hunting game.'

The prey is ready, the hunting ground has been arranged, and all that remains is for the hunter to take the stage~"

In the signature area was a crooked little Joker head.

"An invitation from the King of Absurdity..."

Ron rubbed his temples.

He had known the other party for quite some time now, and had gradually grown used to dealing with him.

But every time, Hector's way of doing things still gave him a headache.

Couldn't he just state a normal commission properly? Did he really have to turn it into some "hunting game"...

Just as he was about to take a closer look at the contents on the back of the invitation, the light in the room suddenly distorted.

It did not dim. Quite the opposite.

All the shadows "stood up" at the same instant, like black ribbons granted life, dancing merrily in the air.

Ron sighed.

"Your Majesty, you can just appear directly. There's no need to make it so... dramatic every time."

"Oh my~ I've been found out~"

A figure "squeezed" out from there.

It was as if he had squeezed from a two-dimensional plane into three-dimensional space, the entire process filled with wrongness.

The King of Absurdity,