Little Raven

In the underground ruins on Williams Street, at the border between Backlund's West Borough and Empress Borough.

"Little Raven?" a voice suddenly rang out. Then the slightly translucent figure of a red-haired man with a young, pale face emerged from the blood-colored rust. "What are you doing here? And with an avatar, at that? Have you finally grown a conscience and decided to rescue me?"

Opposite him, a curly-haired man with a youthful appearance reached up to pinch the monocle over his right eye. He shook his head and smiled.

"No, I came specifically to reinforce the seal."

The red-haired man paused suspiciously, then spoke in an exceedingly exaggerated tone.

"Oh, how touching! It seems you and that paranoid brother of yours are still just as close as you were back then."

"..." Amon's expression darkened. He looked at the evil spirit before him, his tone betraying neither anger nor pleasure. "What do you know?"

"What am I supposed to know?" The evil spirit looked at him in bewilderment.

Amon fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly scoffed. "You've lived all these years, and you still know less than a newborn little girl¹."

"A newborn little girl?" The evil spirit's tone was strange. "Have you finally changed your mind and decided to have a real descendant?"

"...I have something to ask you." Amon did not respond to his words.

"Well, now, this is something," the evil spirit said, looking utterly astonished. He circled Amon with wildly exaggerated movements, as though examining some rare treasure. "You've actually learned to speak properly?"

"Thanks to you, my teacher," Amon replied, unmoved. "Why did you join Rose Redemption?"

"Me?" the evil spirit asked in return. "To work undercover, of course!"

"Then," Amon said, looking at him with an exceedingly gentle smile, "if that's