That was a power that gave him goosebumps, a corrupt force that was somehow physiologically disagreeable.
Was that perhaps that power that the Mazoku worshiped—?
“…That reminds me. I heard before that the Mazoku worship some kind of evil god…?”
Perhaps that was it.
—Just as Suimei was looking to unravel this mystery.
Lefille suddenly called out.
“…Suimei-kun. Everyone.”
“Hmm? What’s up?”
“It looks like things aren’t over just yet.”
Everyone turned.
Lefille tipped her head, pointing in the direction of the caravan. The others followed her gaze. There, the presences of more Mazoku could be felt.
“No way…”
Suimei’s words echoed the sentiments of all watching.
This battle wasn’t over yet.