"Whoever responds is the one being addressed," the Great World Tree replied unceremoniously.
The Netherworld was not annoyed by this and cheerfully turned his gaze to Richard standing beside the Great World Tree.
"I suppose, sir, you must be the Dominator from that alien civilization."
Richard looked at the Netherworld, who appeared no different from an average member of the Ghost Horror Clan, perhaps even more frail. But those eyes alone made it almost impossible to look directly.
In the instant Richard met those eyes, he felt as though he was being drawn into a blood-red world. In this world, a terrifying Netherworld resembling an evil ghost was staring at him intently.
Suddenly, a refreshing sensation surged into Richard's soul.
That was the soul protection specially prepared by the Dominator Puppet.
