[You have entered the sixty-third floor.]0

[The Labyrinth-Dwelling Eye has detected your presence and become enraged!]0

A sandstorm enveloped me before subsiding. It felt like a hand grasping me briefly before letting go. As I felt the scent of sun-dried, wind-polished sand grains, I said, “There’s no need to bother with messages now, is there, Mr. Snake?”2

I didn’t use Aura Telepathy. My opponent was a Constellation that controlled all mysteries and secrets. It would be easy for them to see the invisible and hear the inaudible. In short, the Constellation was an expert eavesdropper.0

[The Labyrinth-Dwelling Eye’s scales tremble at your rudeness!]0

I winked. “Perhaps we can negotiate. I’m a surprisingly easy guy to talk to. Unless you want to spend eternity in hiding, let’s have a cup of tea and talk.”0

[The Labyrinth-Dwelling Eye snarls, not falling for your tricks!]0

I see. They have no intention of letting me hear their voice, even if they die. The Constellation is probably being careful not to reveal their location since they saw me bring Mutia to her knees.  They wouldn’t have the courage to show their face to me. Well, then… is it time for a hide-and-seek...0