"Nice body you've got there. It's mine now."
This was the declaration Ethel made upon entering Hilia's spiritual space.
He knew this girl, bound by a divine contract that was off the charts, must have been possessed by a counterfeit god at some point.
After numerous tests, he'd already confirmed: not one of the Twelve Main Gods, not the Divine King, and definitely not the Evil God he dreaded most.
None of them, plus she showed up as such a weakling, relying solely on the city's array to fight him, never daring to face him head-on.
So what's there to be afraid of?
Ethel figured even if things went south, he'd just bail—no big deal.
Then, right there in Hilia's spiritual space, he saw Rose grinning at him.
The familiar figure instantly triggered a deep-rooted terror within him.
"R-Rose?!"
Ethel stared at Rose, shocked: "You've broken the seal?!"
Without hesitation, he turned to leave.
