Ibo just disappeared like that, catching everyone off guard.
However, neither Kamiyagawa, nor the Yatagarasu, nor even the small old man leaning on a wooden staff beside his master, who had completely concealed his own presence, had a particularly strong reaction to the scene before them.
After all, they had all weathered great storms and possessed strong mental resilience.
"Yatagarasu, what do you think?"
Kamiya asked her large bird for its opinion, as she had a better say on matters related to dreams.
"I can confirm that the Mizuho Capital we are in is definitely not a dream," the latter shook its head, "As for the rest... that boy, I don't think he is in a living status. At least not like he's living in the world we're in."
The Yatagarasu's words were somewhat vague, but Kamiyagawa understood.
"You're saying that the boy is like a projection, right? Due to some reason, he was projected from another space-time into the one we're in."
"Yes."
She hit the mark.
