“How did you notice my visit?” 

The reason why Baal was flustered wasn’t due to the splendid emergence of the apostles. 

Grid’s apostles—Baal had acknowledged from the start that all of them was a formidable existence. This wasn’t a reason to panic. 

“I prepared thoroughly to deceive even the senses of an Absolute.” 

Baal smiled as if he had regained his composure. An unfamiliar magic circle spread like a shadow below his feet. It followed his steps and functioned in conjunction with the hourglass rising above Baal’s shoulders. 

Braham had been keeping his eyes on them from the beginning. ‘It is an artifact that obscures the user’s presence for a limited amount of time? It has been transformed by magic to maximize its function.’ 

Baal’s actions had always been unconventional. Everything he showed from the time he distorted hell to the present had been far from common sense. He was no different from a lunatic running wild with no countermeasures. However, that was just the superficial appearance. Braham had long realized that Baal was clever and thoroughly planned things. If he was really just a madman, how could he have deceived countless beings, including Yatan and Beriache? 

“You can’t fool me with crude artifacts. Unlike my kind mother, I’m not pure and I am deeply suspicious.” 

“Crude...? I don’t understand.” Baal cocked his head. It was because the artifacts he was using were made using the skills of the craftsman Pauld. It was...