C1121 Who Is the King of the Night

Nagasima Senjo fell silent. He stood rooted to the ground like a wooden puppet.

Cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

Before he came again, he had confirmed that there was no one around.

But now, there was a voice behind him.

Who was it?

Who was talking?

No, there was no longer any objection as to who was the one who spoke.

Now, no matter who was talking