Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?



Who are these people? Who can tell them?

Whether it was James, Vladimir, or the others in their gang, they desperately wanted answers. Though they saw these mysterious strangers use 'magic,' it wasn't so unbelievable to them who have stayed here for hundreds of years, watching the entire creatures launch magical attacks of their own.

Hell! At this point, if you tell them that the sun could suddenly transform into a human, they would also believe it as well.

Of course, just because Vladimir, James, and the rest of the men chose to stay quiet, didn't mean the women would. In particular, Mabel, Catherine and several other women who earlier argued with Jenny's group were growing impatient the longer they waited. 

"Pardon me, but are we going to overlook the mighty elephant in the room?"

"That's right! The moment you walked in, it was only right for you to explain how the hell you got here. And don't think about deceiving us because we know the 100-year gate has been shut!" 

"Goodness! How rude can you lot be? In the presence of royalty, you dare not answer Princess Catherine's command? Tell me! Is the new age of people so unruly that they no longer have respect for their elders?"

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

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...

Hello? Can you all shut up?

Elric, Wiggins, Harry, and Berry looked at each other tactfully, secretly finding his century-year-old people so annoying. 

Don't get them wrong. There were indeed people in the outside world who were 100 years old. But such people had long changed, even if it's by a little. 

They grew up in an ever-changing world, and their worldviews were no longer the same. But those here who were 116 to 230 years old still had their ancient ways of thinking.

Sure. It was amazing sewing real-life ancient folks dawned in vintage attire. Their proper accents and ways of pronunciation were fascinating to listen to.

However, the second they opened their mouths, they were like annoying bees, buzzing in their ears.

Everyone felt the urge to throw them out, but for the academy disciples and elders they secretly lit imaginary candles for these ladies in their hearts. 

Knowing their Grandmaster, they couldn't help giving them sympathetic looks. And sure enough, they were right. 

"Noisy."

With a flick of Dorian's fingers, several pebbles flew through the eye like lightning causing the ladies to suddenly hold their necks in disbelief.

What's going on? Why can't they speak? 

Ah! Ah! Ah!

The ladies tried to make a sound while desperately tapping the men like excited gorillas in a zoo.

Their faces grew visibly pale and their worries escalated, especially seeing as there were now more women in the mansion to compare and steal their men. 

No! Without their voices, how can they successfully whisper sweet pillow talks to their men? How can they scream when in danger? How would they be able to verbally fight back against the many whores here?

Of course, some of the women were already eyeing Dorian, Elric, Wei Gia, Jung Hou, Haru, and several others, planning to step on two boats before discarding the useless ones away.

At least they had to see which group could fight the most, so their protection was guaranteed. 

Already, the ladies were thinking far ahead, contemplating how to go about things with no voice. 

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Dammit! 

They scratched their necks with faces as though they had been forced to eat dog poop.

Though it was bizarre to see these people here, they still believed there was no way Dorian and his group would be able to get out of this hell hole. 

So what if you can do little magic tricks? The thousands of monsters they met could also do the same, with some making, even more, flashier moves. 

So, please! If you're trying to say this little handful of people could fight against thousands of regeneration monsters and win, then you must be a fool to believe it. 

Since the beginning of time here, no human has ever been able to escape, except through death. 

They were talking warriors, gladiators, knights, soldiers, you name it... This space broke their hopes as the decades went by. 

The only good thing was that they didn't age a single day from when they first arrived. And they also couldn't get pregnant here either. So it was at least a win-win in the adult gymnastics department. 

They could play as they wanted with no repercussions. 

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[Host, your actions are not how an exorcist should act. The host is here to help them, remember?]

Dorian narrowed his eyes murderously. He was already annoyed by the women's earlier rants. 'You question me?'

The system suddenly felt its existence was threatened. [No. No. No, host. This system is stupid and dares not.]

'It's good that you know.'

[...] 

The system felt like poking a stick in the sand with its lonely body, wondering why its host was acting like a demon again.

It only gave a little suggestion in good faith but was instead mocked by its host for being stupid. It was heartbroken, but Dorian seemed not to understand its plight. 

Endo swept his gaze across the group, finally breaking the icy atmosphere. "For your questions on our identities, you only need to know one thing --- we have here for you."

What? Here for them? 

"How so?" Vladimir couldn't help asking. Did it mean their humankind had finally found a way to rescue them from this dump? 

"Yes." Endo nodded. "You'll be leaving for good. This, we can guarantee. But to do so, we need all the information we can get on this place."

Really? Really? They'll be able to leave here alive? 

They indeed felt the task was impossible. They felt Dorian's group would probably fail to do what they said. 

Still, the little ray of hope that had already fallen on their shadowy hearts, 

Even if it was just a dream, Catherine couldn't help wanting to know what happened to her father's castle, while the rest also hoped to see their homes or whatever is left of it.

What about her siblings? Did they leave a trail of descendants behind? How did their families and friends die?