Looking at Olivia beside him, equally perplexed, Leon quickly regained his composure after a brief moment of shock.
The thing in front of him, seemingly an artificial intelligence from an ancient magic civilization, might have experienced some malfunction in its recognition function over the long years, especially since this so-called "Spirit Palace" looked utterly corrupted by the Blood Demon.
However, he had no intention of correcting it—the Magic Power projection mistakenly regarding him as the Pope with the highest permissions was undeniably fortunate, and now was not the time to dwell on this.
"Alright, Intelligence Chief, I am well aware that the Blood Demon... that so-called Blood Witch Squash might be ahead, but I must use the road it opened to return to the Main Material Domain; do not obstruct me."
The blue Traveling Mage projection's expression returned to its stoic state from its earlier amazement.
