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"You look so unfamiliar now, Klein."
Bethel was not floating entirely in midair. On closer inspection, he seemed to be standing steadily on something invisible. He walked step by step around the enormous sealing trap he had set. Each step appeared small, but he was actually using the Spirit World's lack of up, down, left, and right to conceal his movements, slowly and warily changing his position.
"Mr. Bethel, I've realized that many people, myself included, have made a mistake."
The voice of Klein that he knew came from the floating, human-shaped cloak. There was no trace of madness or pain in it. It could even be called calm, and his words still carried emotion, as though he had preserved his humanity quite well.
The Twilight Greatsword seemed to extend a little farther out of space, slowly. The broad straight sword faintly radiated a terrifying aura. It was entirely uncorrupted, all its characteristics and divine aura preserved to the greatest possible extent, making it arguably the strongest and safest weapon currently available. And now it was held by a True God. Even a simple Mighty Blow possessed the decisive power to turn the battle around in an instant.
Yet Bethel Abraham, who held this lethal weapon, seemed detached from it all. He walked at an unhurried pace, his movements showing none of the tension expected of someone fighting a battle to the death. He was as leisurely as if he were strolling through his own garden.
Then again, the Spirit World could indeed be called Door's backyard.
"What is it?"
As though trying to stabilize Klein's emotions, Bethel answered in a relatively gentle voice. The aggressiveness of his opening words was gone, and he sounded as if he were chatting casually and warmly with an old friend he had