So, shifting the perspective back to Yila before his arrival, after the unfolding of the Death Trigger, turning to Raphael with a request to "talk"… we come to Raphael inside Yila's World.
In fact, Yila's Death Trigger was not as fragile as it seemed.
"I wasn't confined, nor am I in an Illusion Realm... right?"
Raphael asked this, dispersing the sword in his hand into Light Particles, watching the light points rise and disappear between Yila and him... Yila, dressed in the attire of this world, looked particularly dashing.
He resembled... an elegant rogue, no, more like a sophisticated scoundrel... or rather.
To use an accurate adjective, he had the feeling of an elite human.
"Hmm, you're much sharper than I imagined."
Yila said this as he looked at his suit and tie, shook his head helplessly, casually loosened his tie, and tossed his jacket aside. Clearing his throat, he casually called to a passing person, "Get me something more comfortable to wear."
