The latter was leaning against the pillar of the spiral staircase without laughing, but instead glanced with a pained expression at the old man whose aura was steadily rising, shrugging as he said, "The younger generation can't be underestimated, but mainly I see that your bones are strange, and your appearance is dignified—you look like one of those righteous... old men. I just feel that even if you've become a lone ghost, you wouldn't be felled by a single Holy Silver Arrow, so I held back a little."
"It seems you haven't decided to give up."
Sebata had already moved to within two meters of Motan, slowly removing his snow-white gloves and asking calmly, "In that case, what kind of method do you plan to use to defeat an undead creature like me, who isn't very afraid of holy power?"
"The answer is very simple~"
