“Get out.” He said, while pointing towards the nonexistent wall, where the door originally was. As expected.

Totally unexpecting this sort of reception the two guests stared at him without moving an inch. As they weren’t moving, thinking that they didn’t hear him, he repeated himself. “Did you not hear what I said? Both of you, get out.”

Being the first to recover Typhon said. “Preposterous! Saying such things to me!!”

“Yeah! I’ll get it if it’s maybe Typhon, but me!! Do you even know who I am!!” Estal said, angered.

Hearing loud voices in the morning made his head hurt. “Geez, why are all of you so noisy in the morning? It’s giving me a headache.”

As Typhon and Estal were at a loss of words again, the truck driver continued annoyed. “Haven’t you guys read the sign on the door?!”

Well truck driver-san, your said door was blown off into oblivion. Just now noticing the missing wall he sighed. Taking out something, don’t ask from where, he handed it to his two guests with dumbfounded faces. It was a card, his business card. After all, our truck driver has always been too explain such things.

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Az’s One and Only Truck Service♥

For All Of Your Reincarnation Needs.

Will Run Over, Anyone, Anyplace, Anytime.

Of Course, If Possible.

Was what it said on one side. On the other was…

Working Hours

0115 AM - 1130 PM

Works Only On Days Starting With A T.

Does Not Work On Holidays.

And, No. I Don’t Make Exceptions.

Deal With It.

“Now that you guys know…” Saying this nonchalantly, he snapped his fingers. “Come back in another 20 minutes.”

Without giving Estal and Typhon another second, they were already enveloped by a white light, and disappeared from this dimensional space without a trace. They were probably transported to another dimension, though probably not that far to come back again sooner or later.