El Cid.Cold dread lashing in, Shion’s eyes directly moved to the door. He couldn’t remember if Sisyphus had locked that door, he apparently didn’t lock the front door for sure.Please dear whatever God, do not let him open the door.To make things worse, Sisyphus movement was so slow as if he had no care at all about the current interruption. First he took sometimes to curse under his breath, things that Shion couldn’t really hear, and then ever so lazily the man moved to sit up, still in between Shion’s spread legs.Brushing over his face with one hand, he asked aloud, “What is it, El Cid? I’m a bit busy here.”“Sisyphus, you have to come quick.”“What happened?”El Cid’s usually stern voice wavered as he replied from behind the door, “It’s Hades three Judges, Sisyphus. They’re here.”