"None of you belong to my world, and you're not under my command, so you don't need to call me boss," the system-like voice said. "My name is… the Count of Script."
"That sounds like a super powerful boss," Autumn Zither whispered. The cautious Weighty Words pulled out a gun from his inventory and switched the safety off. He looked around with alert.
"Put away that useless weapon, traveler from another world," the Count of Script said calmly. "Bullets cannot harm me."
Then, a mercury-colored metallic ball about one meter in diameter appeared before the paper. The ball floated between the top of the shelf and the ceiling, and it slowly moved to the space above the hexagon the players were in. The voice that was similar to the system notification came from inside the sphere. "I ask that you do not use that blasé weapon to ruin my collection."
