"Ha!"
Lumian's right chest glowed faintly. His Spirit Body quivered as a yellowish beam shot forth from his mouth.
It instantly struck Guillaume Bénet, dressed in a dark shirt and black pants, causing him to collapse in confusion and shock.
Spell of Harrumph!
He's fake! Lumian's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. He wasn't too surprised by the outcome.
It was evident that this wasn't the real Guillaume Bénet—a Sequence 5 Fate Appropriator. The way the man reacted to the attack, coupled with his lack of familiarity with Beyonder powers and mysticism, made Lumian believe that the substitute was an ordinary person thrust into an unfamiliar world.
Disregarding the bewildered butler, Lumian swiftly turned on his heels and sprinted out of the compact living room.
As he ran, he whispered, "To Dill!"
Franca, draped in her hooded, leather-armored black robe, materialized in front of Lumian.
