After the fifteen soldiers of angels left the premises of the castle, Bobby appeared magical from the thin air. "Hee-hee-hee, everyone, good luck with the search party!" He muttered, chuckling.
"Yeah, hahaha... It's so ironic that the one they're searching for is instead standing right here where no one will look." Cynthia jumped in with a peal of hysterical laughter.
"Cynthia, let me give you a tour inside this palace... Considering they left it like this, I wonder if there is some sort of security measure for all of them to leave their lovely home." Bobby said, "Can you have a look at it?"
Cynthia, who was currently in the spirit form, sent out a mass of white grace energy and a white mist came out of Bobby's forehead and shot toward the castle. Subsequently, inside his mind, he heard her chanting in an old ancient tongue and saw her making various hand seals, and started manipulating the white mist, scanning the entire castle.
