A Villain Transmigrates Through Various Anime Worlds

Westcott waved to them. Artemisia and the man exchanged a glance, bowed slightly to Westcott, then left. Artemisia was still able to keep her composure, but the man was already scared out of his wits. The way Westcott had looked at him just now was like he was some filthy insect or abomination, ready to crush him at any moment.

He didn't want to stay here a second longer.

“Is this your Guardian?”

Kurumi Tokisaki leaned beside Ye Feng, her tone casual, her gaze resting on the book in Nia Honjo's hands. It was made of some strange material, and its cross-shaped pattern seemed to symbolize a Western “sacred text” or “gospel.”