Chapter 613 - 558: One Third Each (2/2)

”I heard that the next floor is tiring so you have to fill your stomach!”

Arthur chewed the delicious cake and complained: ”But I don't need to eat… you know that.”

”No buts!”

”Instead… I wouldn't mind tasting another thing.”

He leaned closer to her, his lips almost touching hers but, unfortunately, she stopped him with her index finger. She coquettishly said:”

”Maybe if there is a secluded spot later then…” Her right eyes emitted a blue light as her finger ran down his chin and lifted his head.

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”That robe really suits you, woman.”

The Joker nodded his head as he stared at the uninvited guest who appeared at the top floor of the Red Tower. She had a skin similar to a corpse's and a hair darker than night. Although she recently became Death, she didn't dare behave arrogantly and, instead, bowed toward the two seated brothers. Wolfram unceremoniously waved his hand while Leiu ignored her, because he did hate what she became but he didn't dislike her personally.

”Pardon the intrusion.”

”Nah, it's fine, at least you don't behave like your master, 'God, don't bless his non-existent soul'.”

Anastassia ignored that comment and glanced at the large monitor before asking:

”I've seen enough of the past to know that both of you are strong enough to get rid of Sol'khin. Why are you hesitating?”

While the Nameless Knight kept his silence, the Joker furrowed his brow and retorted:

”Hesitating? Who said we're hesitating? We just don't want to. You can't force us to do something, can you?”

”I'm not here to ask you to do anything. I was just curious.”

”As Death, it's not your job to be curious. You harvest souls and end the existence of which that should not exist. Any interference with other matters will automatically make the Death Laws strip you of your title and replace you.”

For the first time, Leiu talked while still looking at the monitor. His voice was cold and utterly void of any emotions.

”I have the Grim Reapers to harvest the souls.”

”That doesn't mean you can wander around, visible to anyone.”

Anastassia showed no fear as she took a step forward and talked back: ”Before I became Death, I was a human and a friend of Arthur. I am worried about him and Lucy.”

”Worried? It's just a lingering emotion that will disappear soon. Death has no emotions.”

”Why are you being so mean?” The Joker clicked his tongue at his brother before standing up and signaling for Anastassia to sit beside him.

”Don't mind his grumpy attitude, he's socially inept. You're my younger brother's friend so a proper welcome is needed. Please sit.”

The Joker sounded genuine as he crushed a card, causing a table filled with all types of food to appear. He also presented many beautiful clothes to Anastassia, saying that it's a small gift from him.

From the entrance of the room, a short figure came flying into Death's hands, hugging her tightly while her white tail wagged left and right.

”Auntie!”

Saly was happy to see Anastassia, whom she thought disappeared from Astria. The little girl was very delighted as she guided Death to her seat and started talking to her.

Anastassia reciprocated and acted friendly as she was also happy to see her friend's daughter. She taught Saly many things in the past and they were very close.

”You seem to have evolved?”

The woman noticed the archaic aura emanating from Saly as well as her white fur and sky-blue pupils.

”I am Fenrir now!”

Saly giggled and flexed her small muscles to Anastassia, who was gob-smacked. She glanced at the Joker, who nodded his head and confirmed her suspicions:

”It's true, she's the real Fenrir, the devourer of the Sun and Moon. I can't have a shabby disciple, after all.”

”I-I see.”