“No, I mean, but, I’ve, already, absorbed, ah, hello.” As Vandalieu was being shaken up and down, perhaps because he had removed the champion’s seal, he could now see countless Ghosts. Upside-down.

Ghosts. Unlike the powerless spirits that could only be seen by Vandalieu, Undead and Spiritualists, these are beings that have turned into monsters without physical bodies.


They are Rank 2, and although most physical attacks are ineffective against them, they have no physical power of their own. But most of them still possess incomplete versions of the personalities and memories that they possessed in life.

“Who is it? A pawn of the Hartner family? … No, this presence that is both terrifying and comforting, just what could it…?”
“Look at that Titan. It’s an Undead.”

“Why is an Undead here? The barrier has been broken… Are we going to be set free?”

The semitransparent Ghosts with blurry outlines, whose legs were missing below their knees, were whispering amongst themselves. Vandalieu couldn’t feel any hostility from them, but he could sense that they were frightened.

Zran unconsciously let go of Vandalieu’s legs and began shouting in the Ghosts’ direction. “Levia-sama, is Levia-sama here?! I’m Zran of Talosheim!”

Vandalieu, who had quickly been caught by Eleanora, saw a female Ghost with long hair extending past her waist, floating to the front.

“Levia-sama!” Zran exclaimed.

“Zran… I remember you. A Scout warrior, the most proficient in the use of short swords among our race.”

Zran hadn’t been intimate with Princess Levia, nor had he served in a position close to her. But in the city of Talosheim, with a population of only five thousand and society with loose hierarchies, exceptional warriors would have had opportunities to meet the princess in person.

Zran was a Scout, the kind of fighter that Titans lacked most, so it seemed that he had been easier to remember than others.