The sound he heard was extremely unnatural, and it was ringing from Sagara Hyouma. King searched his pockets—but didn’t find anything. Moreover, he noticed something terrifying while he was searching for the source of the sound.

He gulped. The sound was ringing from somewhere he couldn’t identify. He lifted up Hyouma’s shirt. Hyouma’s abdomen was clumsily sewn with stiches. It definitely wasn’t the work of a physician.

He cut the stiches with his dagger—and a cell phone came bursting out along with entrails.

“Damn it.”

He didn’t want to touch it, but the phone’s shrill ringing grated even worse on his sharpened hearing and dealt endless pain to King’s brain. Losing to his anger, he took the cell phone and smashed it to pieces on the floor with his foot.