"Sit."
Edward repeated the command.
The next second, Medici lost control of his body, walked straight to a chair on the left, and sat down.
"..."
Tsk!
Despite having prepared himself, Medici still felt a surge of irritation-the Ancient Sun God had never treated him like this!
"You've come into contact with the City of Calamity, so you must know what this place is, right?"
Medici leaned back and folded his arms. "A sefirah, obviously. Fuck, Tudor's seal really is something. I clearly left the seal's range and came here in Spirit Body form, yet I still haven't escaped its effects. The moment I leave here, I'll be back in the Underground Palace."
In fact, this was also what Edward had been paying attention to.
As an evil spirit, the three-in-one Medici was undoubtedly special.
Everyone else left their bodies to enter Sefirah Castle in spirit form, but he was already a Spirit Body. Yet under the seal's effects, he still couldn't truly leave the Underground Palace.
Edward couldn't help letting his imagination run wild:
"If someone prayed to me now and opened the Illusory Door for sacrifices and bestowals, could I throw him out like an object and let him escape the seal?"
At that moment, Medici looked around. "You're not really Bethel, are you? No, if that were the case, why would that little... brat want to learn Bethel's three-part honorific name from me?"
"Amon? No, that doesn't fit either. If it were that little crow, he'd be behaving even worse."
"Then... that only leaves Antigonus?"
Edward smiled. "Aren't you forgetting Zaratul?"
"No! It couldn't be that fellow! I worked with him for a while. He isn't remotely qualified!"
At that, Medici waved a hand. "Forget it. I'm done guessing. Just tell me, what did you bring me