Finished! Caleb could feel death looming around him. He looked away, denying the chances of his negligent act that night bringing him trouble just because he ran into the killer himself. Well, in his heart, Sorga had always been equivalent to trouble. "Do anything you like to me. I can't produce Sorga from thin air."
Sagan giggled as if he was actually receiving a gift. "Will do, will do. Don't worry, Little Master! We will find Sorga wherever he went. As long as he's not in his lord master's belly, we will be able to find him!"
Noah gritted at Sagan instead. 'You can't even locate Leviathan! What are you talking about?!'
Sagan only laughed out inside Noah's mind as if the knight wasn't being scolded: "But Prince of Envy is a prince! He can create a parallel magic realm like the Pandemonium! He probably hid them there and forced everyone to believe they were in the same place. Don't worry, Little Master, it'll be no sweat—"
