Castra subconsciously kicked the thing that was sticking to his leg, but the thing stubbornly clung to his skin while shouting,
"Nyaaahhh! Don't kick me!!"
This familiar voice...
Castra, still in his poop butler mode, looked down at the mass of black thingy on his leg with squinted eyes.
"Toilet spirit?"
"Heyyyy! I'm not a toilet! Not a toilet! I'm an Illusion Spirit!!"
But the Poop Butler Castra didn't care and immediately wrinkled his eyebrows in disgust.
"Toilet spirit, how filthy!"
He tried to peel off the sticky mass, but two tiny hands hugged Castra's leg tightly, not letting go.
"No, no!! Don't throw me away! You need me! You need me!"
"Nonsense— "
Castra's words were cut off by a scream.
"Ahhh! The door— it's not fully open!!"
The petite mage girl shrieked in despair and she lost all of her energy, almost drowning on the spot.
The others who had arrived near the exit also raised their voices while punching the white light embedded in the wall.
