"Urk… What the hell is this?!" Monmider shouted as he dashed forward after crouching on the ground and vomiting.

It seemed as if the man wanted to attempt to unravel this terrible and hideous artwork that had pieced several bodies together. However, Monmider couldn't help but frown upon realizing that they had been sewn together using a hard and sturdy reinforced steel cord, his hands reaching for his sword.

Swoosh!

"Hand it over!"

However, before Monmider's sword could make contact with the reinforced cord and sever it, Milpieu materialized, snatching the sword away while her other hand restrained him.

"What's the meaning of this? Vampire, I might have accepted your presence at the command of my liege, but I won't tolerate anything more than that," Monmider retorted, his tone icy.

Milpieu remained expressionless despite Monmider's demeanor. "It's a trap."

At Milpieu’s warning, Rinne instantly directed her eyelight toward the ceiling. Simultaneously, particles of light began coalescing in the palm of her hand.

“Rinne assesses this as a lowly provocation, deeming it a manifestation of fierce and violent rage.”

"G-Goodness," Monmider stuttered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

If his sword connected with that reinforced cord, he would likely already be dead. Bewildered, Monmider retreated several steps away from the contraption.

"The reinforced cord is poisoned. Furthermore, it will cause everything above it to collapse, including the warehouse's ceiling, at the slightest touch," Milpieu explained.

Milpieu had detected the trap thanks to her specialized and acute vampiric sense of smell. The reinforced cord...