Something Might Happen, But No Action Should Be Taken

"You actually used your illusion to attack me."

Elsewhere, Eula, the young druid wielding a withered-wood staff, wearing a deer-head helmet, and draped in a leaf cloak, murmured in a complicated tone.

"Oh? So I'm the one little Yura fears most?"

Standing before her was a boy dressed in a high school uniform.

"Very well, let this teacher of yours see—"

Someone's illusion raised a hand and gently pointed.

A drop of pitch-black ink

fell from his fingertip.

—whether you've learned anything!

"Lord?!"

"No, you're not the Lord!"

Saint Longinus, the spear-wielding Lord Angel, was shocked and furious, yet he could not hide the tremor in his hands.

Because the person before him was Luigi! There was no doubt that this was an illusion, but—

"Why aren't you attacking?"

The gentle "Luigi" walked toward him step by step, utterly without imposing presence.

Yet Saint Longinus, the winged Lord Angel, instinctively retreated again and again!

"Longinus, you should understand that I'm merely an illusion."

"Raise your spear and pierce me."

"Lord, I'm very sorry, I... I..."

Of course, the trembling Lord Angel knew that what stood before him was an illusion. Yet piercing his "Lord" once again was an exceedingly cruel thing for him to do. Before becoming an angel, he had ultimately still been human.

"I'm the one who should apologize, for becoming the object of your fear."

Gentle "Luigi" sighed. Even if he was only an illusion, a gentle person remained gentle.

Within the Fear Demon god's "Fear Domain," even Ghost Rank powerhouses found themselves helplessly sinking into hesitation.

As for whether they could overcome their own fears, that was up to them. Fortunately, they had a teammate here who did not understand what "fear" was.

Busujima 10087, though merely one among several thousand Busujima clones, was the