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"Shocked, aren't you?" Sebas chuckled.

"Moria has no sons, only three daughters. Once he's gone, the whole of Britannia will likely be in turmoil.

Who knows who will inherit the throne."

After a moment of silence, Shaya asked, "How old is this Emperor?"

"Sixty-three," Sebas replied. "But he's been targeted for assassination before, and his health hasn't been good since. I heard he fainted in a fit of rage because his third daughter went missing. According to the Book of the Dead, he won't make it through tonight."

As he spoke, he looked up and saw Shaya gazing quietly at the large lake in the distance, watching the sky and water merge into one, the waves rippling. He remained silent.

"Mr. Shaya?" Sebas tilted his head, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Then, he heard Shaya's low, resonant sigh.

"Destiny is a cruel thing."

Sebas nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is."

"Do you mind if others watch you harvest souls?"

Shaya's sudden question startled Sebas, but after a moment's thought, he replied, "In principle, no."

Then, he tentatively asked, "Would you like to accompany me?"

"I'm curious about the work of you Grim Reapers,"

Shaya said, swirling the wine in his hand.

"Besides, partings and farewells are the best appetizers, aren't they?"

Sebas considered for a moment. "In principle, we cannot let the living witness our soul harvesting. But if it's you, it should be fine."

"Are we going now?" Shaya asked.

Sebas nodded. "The next soul to be reaped is in twenty minutes."

"Time is tight," Shaya said, slowly rising from his chair. "Then let's go."

The two of them walked down the stairs together. The dust in the room was no longer as thick as before; it was visibly much cleaner.

Alicia was using a self-made, extended broom to clean the spiderwebs from the ceiling, while Cassifa complained from the side.

"Don't drive away those spiders! They eat flies!"

Alicia piled all the swept-up garbage onto Cassifa for incineration, nearly burying it. Cassifa was struggling to poke its head out from the gaps.

In this era, chemical products were not common. Most of the castle's waste consisted of small wood scraps, paper bags, torn books, and food remnants. Moreover, Cassifa's flames were no ordinary ones, so there was no concern about toxic gases.

"Shaya!" Seeing Shaya descend, Cassifa cried out as if seeing a savior, "Quick, control her! She's going to put me out!"

Shaya walked over to the stove and used the fire tongs to move some of the trash aside, creating a breathing space for Cassifa.

"Cassifa is fragile, remember not to let it go out," Shaya told Alicia.

Alicia looked at Shaya, who had put on his coat, and asked, "Are you going out?"

"To take care of some matters."

Alicia nodded and said nothing further.

"Aren't you curious about what we're going out to do?" Shaya teased.

"I'd rather not know what a Grim Reaper and a Sorcerer do when they go out together," Alicia replied, continuing to sweep. "Even though I'm already halfway to the grave, I don't want to step into the other half so quickly."

"Don't worry, madam," Sebas said. "You will live a long time yet."

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "I've heard that many times, but coming from you, it's particularly convincing."

Sebas took off his hat and bowed to Alicia.

"Then, farewell, madam."

Alicia's expression stiffened. "There's nothing to see of an old, hunched-over woman like me. No need for farewells."

Sebas blinked in surprise, but then he recovered and chuckled, "You are quite humorous."

With a ding, Shaya opened the door. Sebas nodded to Alicia once more before following Shaya out.

Alicia watched their receding figures through the window, a hint of confusion on her face.

She murmured.

"Cassifa, what are they going to do?"

"Didn't you say you weren't curious?" Cassifa crackled from the side.

"I'm not curious, but that doesn't stop me from asking, does it?" Alicia said.

"Then why didn't you ask just now?" Cassifa retorted. "I'm not inside his head, how would I know?

If he were going out alone, I might be able to guess if he was going to meet a beautiful maiden for a date, but it's two of them now."

"Go on a date with a maiden?" Alicia's eyes widened. She continued to ask, "Did he often go on dates with maidens before?"

"Before?" Cassifa's voice paused, and the flames in its hearth flickered, as if lost in memory.

"If you're referring to the 'Shaya' in my memories, then yes, he did. However, as soon as a maiden truly fell in love with him, he would immediately lose interest."

What Cassifa didn't mention was that he had only spent a few days with the current Shaya, and the "Shaya" in his memory had another name: "Hal."

Having lost his heart, as time went on, Hal's inner self was gradually consumed by loneliness and emptiness. To fill this void, Hal never gave up on searching for his true love.

However, as Cassifa had said, because he had lost his heart, he couldn't truly invest himself in a relationship.

Therefore, he was often pestered by girls he had abandoned. To get rid of these troubles, he had his disciple spread rumors about him, which led to the legend of him stealing girls' hearts.

This was content from the novel; it wasn't specifically mentioned in the movie, but the rumor was still shown at the beginning.

Alicia fell silent. Cassifa's flame tentatively moved forward, observing her expression.

"What's wrong?"

But then, she saw Alicia pick up a brush from a nearby table and carry a bucket of water towards Cassifa's furnace.

Cassifa's expression froze instantly, and his flame instinctively retreated.

"Wait! What are you doing!?"

"No! Don't brush the soot off the walls, that's not dirt! That's the witness of time! It's proof of my efforts here!"