Lynn rose on the wind, his body becoming a black blur as he shot into the enormous vortex overhead in an instant.
Gale-force winds swept through.
The black mist before him seemed to turn into flowing slime, and just as he came to a stop within the vortex-
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
In an instant, enormous chains shot out of the surrounding black mist with lightning speed, forming a vast web that sealed off the space around him.
Amid that oppressive presence, a pair of enormous black eyes looked down from overhead, their gaze settling on him.
"It's me!"
Unafraid, Lynn wore a faint smile as he held his Monocle and crouched like a falcon on one of the enormous chains. He said:
"No need to keep looking. You should all know me. Lift the restrictions and let me in. I have something important to discuss with your Female Host. Of course, if she's in a confused state right now, send out someone in charge."
Silence reigned overhead.
But the chains and restrictions extending through the vortex showed no sign of being withdrawn.
Those enormous, rune-like eyes were full of scrutiny.
The Clown Doll swallowed and clutched Lynn's arm, saying:
"Lynn, be careful. We Jailers aren't exactly united. Some of them have always been deeply hostile toward you. If the Female Host weren't keeping them in line, they wouldn't treat you kindly at all."
Lynn's expression did not change. With a faint smile, he asked:
"Why?"
The Clown Doll glanced around, lowered his voice, and said gravely:
"Because to them, there's only one Great Lord, and it isn't you."
Lynn smiled faintly. "Of course it isn't me. Isn't that obvious? I have no intention of replacing him or becoming him."
The Clown Doll said, "You can say that, but that's not