Zail chuckled as he saw this amusing reaction from Hecathe, "Sir, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Hecathe took a sharp breath in as he looked at the face of the woman who was hardly visible due to the darkness of this place.

At this moment, she really did look like a ghost and no matter how unafraid Hecathe was of ghosts, he still couldn't help but feel a shiver go down his spine as he felt a little creeped out.

"Who's this?" The woman asked as she kept her eyes glued to Hecathe.

Hecathe gulped as he took another step back.

"Ah! Aunt, this is the new tenant I kidnapped from the restaurant!" Zail exclaimed.

"Hmm?" The woman got down from the ceiling, "Is that so? Good job."

"No problem at all!" Zail beamed and even in the dark corridor, Hecathe could feel that the man's face was shining with the brightness of a thousand stars after hearing this woman compliment him like that.

"What's your name?" At one moment the woman was a few meters away but in the blink of an eye, her face was just a few inches away from Hecathe's face as she questioned.

Hecathe gulped as he once again almost had a mini heart attack. He immediately faltered a few steps back as he unconsciously raised his hand in front of him, threatening to be ready for a fight.

"What the hell...?!" Hecathe muttered as he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"Hmm? Such an impolite person. Why do you keep staring at my legs? I'm five times your age, young man! Don't try to flirt with me!" The woman scolded him and Hecathe's eyes widened as he panicked.

"That's not it!" He exclaimed in hurry and the woman chuckled.

"Zail, why aren't you turning on the lights here? We have a guest, can't you see? Be more hospitable." The woman turned to Zail and scolded him as well but the man's reaction was much calmer than Hecathe's reaction.

Zail walked away and Hecathe stood there awkwardly with his eyes on the woman who had a really weird silhouette.

He dare not believe that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

When the lights finally turned on, Hecathe felt his whole body freeze as he concluded that it really was not the fault of his eyes.

This woman... She really had eight spider-like legs...

If the lower part of her body were to be ignored, she would look to be rather normal and Hecathe would even be kind enough to call her a pretty middle-aged lady, but with eight legs, it was quite hard for someone to take their eyes off of her legs.

"What are you?" Hecathe questioned cautiously as his body tensed up.

The woman chuckled as she heard this question.

"Why don't we sit down and talk, Sir whose name I do not know?" The woman suggested.

After being transmigrated into another parallel world, nothing shocked or scared Hecathe for more than just a few minutes.

The woman snapped her fingers as she heard this and they were instantly teleported to a living room that looked to be a lot cleaner than the rest of the house.

Hecathe cautiously took a seat at the chair that was arranged for him.

"So let's start with the introductions again," The woman took a seat on the chair sitting opposite to him and Zail soon brought over eight leg rests for her.

Hecathe blinked twice as he still found it a bit confusing as to what type of creature this woman was.

"What's your name, young boy?" The woman asked for the second time in a day.

"My name is Hecathe."

The woman looked to be a bit surprised as her eyes widened, "You're... The Hecathe?"

Before Hecathe could say anything in response, Zail spoke up for him and informed the woman, "Aunt, he's not that Hecathe. Didn't I tell you already? That bastard-" Zail stopped himself as he cautiously glanced at Hecathe and corrected his wordings, "That man is already dead."

It seemed that after that argument with Hecathe, Zail was a bit cautious to badmouth Alphius and Hecathe who belonged to this world.

"He's dead?" The woman sounded shocked as she heard this.

Zail nodded his head as he added, "It's been a really long time now."

"Oh my! I really need to be paying more attention to what happens outside these walls."

Zail sighed as he shook his head, knowing that this woman would never actually be leaving these walls.

"Then, Hecathe who is not the Hecathe that I've heard about, let me ask you another question. Why are you here?"

Hecathe tilted his head in confusion as he heard this, "What do you mean?"

"Didn't I make the question clear? I just asked you why you came all the way here?"

"To rent an apartment...?"

The woman chuckled as she heard this unsure answer, "That's not it, dear. I mean why did you come to this city? What's your goal?"

"Oh, that!" Hecathe opened his mouth to give her an answer but immediately shut up as he realized that it would be stupid of him to give himself out that easily.

"Unwilling to say?" The woman questioned as she looked to be amused with him.

Hecathe clicked his tongue as he pointed at his face, or to be more exact, he pointed at the mask on his face, "Shouldn't this tell you enough?"

The woman was silent for a minute before she suddenly broke out laughing, "Young man, I didn't ask you any personal questions. I'm just making sure that all my tenants are clean. I don't want a fugitive hiding in my lovely home."

Hecathe felt his eyes twitch as he heard this.

This woman was trying to make sure that no fugitive finds refuge in this broken-down apartment... How was Hecathe supposed to tell her that he was exactly such a fugitive...?!