Gazing at the Shadows that continuously emerged from the mist to float in the air, Roland instantly recognized their identity.
Ghosts.
Roland had learned a little about this type of creature from commissions at the Adventurer's Guild.
Their forms were indistinct, and they radiated a bone-chilling cold.
But the most important thing was...
Ordinary blades could not inflict any physical harm on them.
This was why Roland had deliberately avoided any commissions involving them when he was hunting Demons to become an Apprentice Knight.
After all, Demons like Snake-men and Lizardmen were far easier to handle than creatures of the Spiritual Body Type.
'These villagers... are as hospitable as ever...'
After struggling to make out a few familiar faces among the deep Shadows, Roland sighed softly. He then unhesitatingly thrust his palm forward, fingers splayed.
"Tress!"
The call dispelled the fear in the Pikachu's heart.
Understanding Roland's intent, Tress immediately responded.
