#38. Eo-bu-ji-ri[1]

“I’m Xylos from the 11th F... Gaargh!”

Morrigan stepped on him and he let out another painful scream. She commanded, “Make yourself easy to understand.”

Based on all the blood that was falling from his head, one could imagine exactly how much pain Morrigan had inflicted on him during her return.

“I’ve received orders to spy on the Naga King from the 11th F…”

“Again!”

Xylos quickly realized he had made the error of failing to introduce himself at the sight of Morrigan’s swinging sword and belatedly corrected himself. “I was sent by the 11th Floor’s Lord Parthenon to spy on the Naga’s Fortress.”

Parthenon of Despair was the noble who had rallied the 10th Floor Nobles to go to war with Morrigan. And it wasn’t too long ago that he had sent a peace offer in exchange for handing over Morrigan.

“Why did Lord Parthenon send a spy all the way to the 9th Floor?” Morrigan asked.

It was understandable why Parthenon had done so. He didn’t want to let Morrigan be free, and despite his having offered a peace treaty in exchange for her, a mere 9th Floor Noble hadn’t even deigned to respond. He must have been curious about what was exactly...