Existence...
The Existence Mystic.
When he heard the name, Thales' heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable coldness spread through his spine.
'Existence… If we're going by this literally!'
He gently picked up a chess piece and took it away from the chessboard. A swordsman immediately went missing on the board.
Thales clenched his right hand, covering the swordsman with his fingers. The swordsman vanished before his eyes.
He gently opened and closed his palms, and repeated this several times. The swordsman was hidden from view, then visible again.
The young prince looked up with interest at Asda who was fiddling with his pawn.
"So let me guess, just like L, you too don't know what exactly B is, including why he has such a bizarre name of origin?" This time, Thales was not as surprised as before, he was skeptical.
"The Existence Mystic?"
