The Only Correct Answer

The man slung the black-and-red greatsword over one shoulder, tilting his head as he listened to the miserable wails of the three victims. A teasing smile of delight instead bloomed across his refined face.

"Hehehe, cry your hearts out while you still can, because the real fun is yet to come. By then, you won't have the strength to cry like this anymore~"

The man's voice was exceedingly gentle.

And yet, it carried an eerie power. It slipped effortlessly through the air and, without allowing any refusal, seeped into the hearts of every Clown in the sky at once, causing all their breathing to halt uncontrollably.

Immediately afterward, a Clown to Hanerdov's left turned his sweat-drenched face toward him and issued a warning in an extremely repressed voice.

"Hey, Hanerdov, that guy is bad news. I have no idea what exactly he even is, but my instincts are telling me that he's the worst thing I've ever encountered in my life! Are you really sure we should fight him here?"

Hanerdov answered with a tightly furrowed brow.

"Then tell me, where else can we go if we don't fight? Have you forgotten the barrier surrounding us? Our escape route was sealed off from the very beginning!"

Then, another Clown to Hanerdov's right hurriedly offered his idea with a deathly pale face.

"Wait! Don't those Abyss Walkers have abilities related to space? We can just have them teleport us away!"

Hanerdov responded again, his expression furious.

"Idiot! If they had planned to do that, they would've done it from the start! Don't you understand even now? That so-called Abyss army has only ever treated us as pawns to stall the Hunter and the Holy Light! At most, they'll send reinforcements here. They can barely send themselves to their deaths fast enough—do