Michael hummed in surprise. "Hmm..."
He wasn't actually expecting it to work—yet here he was, back in the past, standing in the exact same spot on the same fateful day when everything had gone to hell. The day when the explosion happened.
It was certainly not worth the trouble now, but back then, it was.
Michael stared at the demon before him, looking onward with malice, as it was about to bomb the entire city.
Yet before it could do that, Michael focused on his pitiful mana and sent out a streak of light, piercing straight through the core of the demon and killing it instantly.
—H-Huh!?
—The Saint just...!
—The Saint killed somebody!!!
Michael ignored those words. Instead, he focused on the presence inside his mind.
[What was that about, Michael?] The system said, puzzled.
It's nothing... Don't worry about it. Michael replied and shut off his mind completely.
The system had been able to read it previously, but now, it couldn't access what he didn't want it to access.
