"No! She knew, but she didn't care... For the sake of acting, for the sake of advancing, she didn't care about these ordinary people's deaths."
"So this is what Beyonders are..."
Klein dug his fingers into his palm.
"Just like those photographs earlier. Loen's royal family trafficked and abducted people on a massive scale to build mausoleums for them... They didn't care whether ordinary people lived or died. In their eyes, ordinary people were nothing but expendable supplies they could discard at will."
"This world really is... rotten to the core."
Just then, all the colors before his eyes grew vivid, as though a god had splashed them with oil paint.
The sensation passed in an instant. Klein found himself at 13 Minsk Street and saw Azik Eggers, with his bronze skin and soft features, appear beside him.
"Mr. Azik, what brings you here?"
Azik looked out the window and said calmly, "I sensed that something had happened in Backlund, so I came back to take a look."
"This smog..."
"It was the work of a High Sequence Demoness from the Demoness Church."
"Why?"
"Acting. Digesting her potion."
It really was that!
"By the way, Mr. Azik, sorry for the trouble, but could you help those..."
Klein knew his request was highly inappropriate, but he couldn't help asking.
"Someone has already taken action. Don't worry," Azik said calmly.
A fierce gust blew past, rattling the windowpanes. The smog spreading toward them in the distance was swiftly dispersed, followed by a peal of thunder and a torrential downpour.
"That's good. That's good. Hopefully..."
He didn't finish, because he knew this smog was bound to cause enormous casualties.
"Mr. Azik, what exactly is going on?"
Mr. Azik said, "If my memory serves me correctly, this should be a Half-God of the Demoness