Demon King Palace, the majestic and solemn Audience Hall.
Floating beside Spirit, Youyou listened to Sheriff Adela's earnest prayer and couldn't help but make a lighthearted remark.
"Truly pitiful."
Having already heard about the happenings in Silver Pine Town, Spirit had no extra sentiment.
Hearing Youyou's voice, he smiled faintly and casually said,
"What else? Did you think I was here to do charity?"
From the moment he bought the hotel in Andor to the moment he finally sailed away, everything was a well-laid scheme by him.
Whether Erin Campbell, Edward Campbell, or the Andes Family... even the groom named Punk, everyone is merely a pawn on this chessboard, regardless of whether they are aware of their own situation.
Up until now, everything has been developing in the direction Spirit anticipated, even faster than he imagined.
