When it truly mattered, weren't contracts nothing more than pieces of paper that could be altered at will? To them, they meant nothing. Kevin was merely a human soul.
"What should I do now? I don't even know what I'm supposed to do!" Kevin asked.
"You stay here for now." The mustached man stroked his beard. "I'll go make a report first."
While Kevin waited inside Golden Jar Company, well fed and well cared for.
Deep within the triangular pit in the woods at Rye Crossroads, as clear energy gradually gathered, a white human hand suddenly burst through the dirt at the bottom of the pit and reached out.
Immediately afterward, a young man in a white suit with an exceptionally handsome face climbed out of the pit.
His body appeared no different from that of an ordinary person, and he carried no fierce or ominous aura. Only his eyes held an unnaturally eerie calmness.
He looked around, then raised his nose and sniffed.
A lingering, invisible aura rose from the ground and entered his nostrils.
"The power of devils, and another strange power somewhat similar to Satan...!" he muttered, analyzing it before setting off in the direction Kevin had gone.
After he left, the air rippled slightly.
Naoko appeared there.
Naoko had erased part of the traces left by Priest Ron and Jeff, leaving only the residual power belonging to Satan for him to detect—and even that was extremely faint.
Only the devilish aura naturally attached to Kevin was particularly dense, so the figure had headed toward Golden Jar Company, where Kevin was.
After confirming the other party's trail, Naoko reported the news to Wu Heng.
Wu Heng, who had already returned with everyone to Anita's apartment in Grogger District, smiled faintly the instant he received the news. "Looks