Ulysses came at the call.
"What's the situation with this little guy... Gah! Get rid of that thing now!"
Seeing the mask in Richard's hands, Ulysses reacted as if he had seen a ghost, his whole bird so frightened that it seemed it would explode with feathers.
Richard, hearing this, didn't ask further and immediately opened the Secret Realm Rift, tossing the mask out.
"What did you see inside this thing?"
Ulysses replied, still unsettled with fear, "There's a Divine King's Thought inhabiting that thing! You didn't wear it just now, did you?"
Richard quickly shook his head, "No, no, I called you over because I sensed something was off about it."
Hearing that Richard had not worn it, Ulysses breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, that's good that you didn't wear it. If you had, that Thought would have infected you by now. A Divine King's Thought is not to be meddled with, and unless you become a real World Master, the slightest touch can infect you with its Thought."
