He placed his right hand on his chest,
incredibly humble,
"Please forgive my bold inquiry, but is it your will for me to use the method of Light of Order to punish the polluters before me?"
He...
Karen's eyes widened.
He had envisioned many scenarios, the first being that the "ghosts" in this room weren't home. He would be chopped into pieces.
The second was that it would be a fight between ghosts, like dogs biting each other.
And he would probably be killed by the winning side.
But no matter how many scenarios he imagined, he never expected this one!
Who is he?
Why is he kneeling before me?
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
However,
although his mind was empty and in a state of crashing, this did not affect Karen to follow the other's words and make a single-syllable sound,
"Hm..."
