The Inquisitor vanished without a trace. There was a slight dent in the middle of the sofa, a sign that he had been there until a few moments ago. The other Hunters and I looked back and forth between the empty spot on the sofa and the hologram. 0

“Gong-Ja, do you really think he’ll do okay?” 0

“Hmm. The Inquisitor has changed a bit.” 0

“Even if you take out the ‘h’ in psycho, the word will still be pronounced the same. He’s just as insane as he was before.” 0

“Anastasha, think of it like this. Wouldn’t he make significant progress if the ‘path’ in ‘psychopath’ disappeared?” 1

“You think so?” 0

“What the hell are you guys saying?” the Paladin asked, baffled. “Ever since you two became friends, listening to your conversations makes me dizzy. Black Dragon Master and Death King, I thought you two would never become such good buddies, so it’s astonishing that you ended up getting along so well. One was the epitome of a goofy gangster, and the other used to be a perfect city girl.” 2

“Why? Are you feeling lonely since we became besties? I’ve always kept my heart open for you, Miss Paladin. Let’s have a magical friendship! Come on!” 1

The Paladin could only sigh. “You are the second in rank in our Tower…” 0

Something changed in the hologram. 0

—Hahahaha! 0

Just moments ago, laughter like that used to fill the waiting room. This time, it was coming from beyond the hologram. We turned to watch the Inquisitor. He was like a stinky trash can left open in the sun, so we had no choice but to turn our heads toward the source of the foul smell. 0

The universe’s cutest blonde trash can...0