Two figures were standing on an open field illuminated by the pale light of the bright full moon, and they were surrounded by a forest filled with lush trees and vegetation.

"The rule of this forest is simple—only the last man standing is allowed to leave," said Mio. She lifted her sword and aimed it at Mr. Shoot.

“Please answer me honestly." Her voice carried both resentment and fragile hope as she asked, "Are you Isaac Dvor?"

If the man in front of her were Isaac Dvor, Mio would have no qualms fighting him because he would be just a mere fiend mimicking Mr. Shoot's appearance.

‘And…’

If the man in front of her turned out to be Mr. Shoot, her memories of John Maverick, who had already revealed himself earlier, wouldn’t be trampled on.

- …

However, Mr. Shoot remained silent.

Nothing could be heard aside from the rustling leaves.

"...I see."

There was no reason for Isaac to lie here. In other words, the man in front of her was indeed the Mr. Shoot she knew—her companion over the past ten days in the wilderness.

“Keeheehee, keeheeheehee.”

“Keehee, keeheehee.”

The eerie laughter of the hiding oni sounded like laughing children,...