[Third Person POV]


    The whole country has gone cold, with Tobias admitting he was involved with the Saintess'' disappearance. Charles was unconsciously emitting his power, making it hard for anyone to stand still. In front of Charles'' aura, anyone who faces this power will be crushed without much fight.


    Even so, Charles hadn''t done anything to Tobias. He tried his hardest not to kill the skeleton in front of him. He still had more questions to ask.


    This was where the differencey. Tobias, even though he should be scared of Charles'' outrage, he wasn''t. As an undead, he lived for a long while. The only reason he''s not entirely dead is his inability to die.


    Even with a core in his chest, it was indestructible in his previous world. Even Vermillon couldn''t make a dent in him.


    "Where''s number fourteen?"


    Charles'' decided he would punish Tobiaster. With the lead, time was essential, and Charles needed to check on Constance''s current condition for him to calm down.


    "Fourteen? He should be talking to the subus queen. I don''t know how long he would stay, but if you want to find him, I suggest you go now."


    Without saying more, Charles left. He wanted to question Tobias more but was forced to leave. To Charles, talking to Tobias was a new experience. Instead of talking to someone, he felt like he was talking to a puppet. While it wasn''t something wrong, he felt weird about it.


    ~


    Inside the subus queen house, two people were conversing. The apparent person should be the subus queen, the other being a dark spirit.


    "How was your battle with the Saintess~? I''m sure it was fun~. Fufufu~!"


    The subus joked, knowing that something must have happened during the battle. While it was funny to the subus, the dark spirit couldn''t say the same.


    "Is it funny that she escaped? She will now be a danger to our society!"


    "Danger~? You''re mistaken~. Us subus and werewolves are immune~. I have nothing to do with this~."


    Spirit of Death. That was the title bestowed to the man talking to the subus. Due to a rare evolution, he had powers rting to death itself instead of having the power of darkness, which the dark spirit would have.


    With the spirit visiting the subus, the death spirit regretsing here to converse with the subus queen.


    "What do you want?"


    "Want~? I don''t want anything~. I''m here to see your demise~. I have heard that Charles would search for the culprit~."


    The subus wasn''t sadistic by any means. She had nned for the death spirit toe here to see Charles in person.


    During the meeting with the world leader, she was denied ess to join this meeting. She also held a grudge against the death spirit since he was one of the strongest supporters of her inability to join.


    Of the five leaders, the subus was the lowest rank out of the five leaders of Necropolis. She was ranked seventeen, with Vermillion fourth, the werewolf king fifth, the skeleton eighth, and the death spirit fourteenth.


    "Haven''t you known~? You were chosen as a sacrifice by the other three~."


    While the subus queen was spouting nonsense, the death spirit believed her words. The situation for the death spirit wasn''t looking so good. He wasn''t thinking clearly after hearing her words.<novelnext></novelnext>


    "What do I do..."


    The death spirit mumbled to himself to see if he could escape this situation. As for the subus queen, she wasn''t petty, but seeing him flustered by his current situation amused her greatly.


    Suddenly everyone here knew what was going to happen. The powerful energy that Charles once released had spread everywhere to thend of subus. All business within here had halted, fearing what was toe.


    "So you''re number fourteen."


    Charles looked at the spirit with madness. During their short meeting, Charles knew what to do to this spirit. He grabbed a small jar and forcefully sucked the spirit into the jar trapping him.


    "Wait!!!"


    The spirit''s worse nightmare hase true. What was worse than death was being sealed with your consciousness still there, made from your enemies. Who knew what was in storeing from the spirit?


    Charles then looked at the subus, which had freaked her out. Her desires for Charles had overpowered her fear, but she had to avoid involvement with this situation before she could move.


    "Charles~. I had nothing to do with this~. I would prefer not to be attacked~."


    Charles looked at the subus and had mixed feelings when hearing the words that she had said. While she was trying not to get involved, her desires for Charles were leaking. Her thoughts were telling her to do two things at once.


    "Do you speak the truth?"


    "Yes."


    The subus hadn''t realized she had been forced to speak the truth since she didn''t have to force herself to say the honest answer.


    Hearing that left the subus alone, Charles stared at the jar where the spirit was kept inside. Because of the spirit, Charles felt that this kind of work was annoying. He wasn''t much of a specialist in finding people. Killing someone was much more essible.


    Out of anger, he shook the jar in a frenzy that had made the eyes of the spirit spin.


    "Where''s the Saintess?"


    Without minding proper etiquette, he forcefully made the spirit speak.


    "I don''t know!!! When we fought!!! She teleported to the hub and never came back!!!"


    Charles had clicked his tongue, knowing Constance wasn''t within reach anymore. The only way for him to find her was when she returned to Earth willingly.


    "Then do you have anything to do with any kidnapping?"


    "No!!!"


    From this information alone, the kidnapping and Constance''s case were different. He was no longer interested in helping Felicia with this case since it had nothing to do with Constance.


    After the past few days of worrying, he sat down on the couch of the subus queen. Charles'' in his thoughts, wondered what Constance was doing.