Beside Destiny.
Death watched her eldest brother exchange a few casual words with Orsaga.
The look of approval he showed.
Left her somewhat puzzled.
Her left hand.
Reached into the pocket of her leather jacket and casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes with a slight 1980s style.
After casually drawing one from the pack.
She lit it herself.
At ease, she smoked right in front of Orsaga.
As the embodiment of Death.
She greatly enjoyed cigarettes and all kinds of similar things.
Because they not only sent people off ahead of schedule, but also let them go rather comfortably.
It suited her personality very well.
Of course, tuberculosis, lung cancer... and such things—the pain brought on when those illnesses struck—did not count...
After smoking and letting Destiny chat idly with Orsaga for a while.
It was not until she had finished the cigarette in her hand.
That Death finally leaned back in her chair with an utterly indifferent expression. Looking at the blood-red doorway not far away, still wide open yet no longer admitting anyone, she spoke her first words.
"Why haven't the others come in yet?"
"Could it be that they're really that timid?"
Originally, by her estimation.
Among all those idle powerhouses, at least a dozen or so should have been bored enough to come join the excitement.
Yet, even now, there were only the three of them here.
Faced with her confusion.
Orsaga lightly hooked the index finger of his left hand, and a cigarette immediately flew out from Death's pack and landed between his fingers.
After lightly biting it between his lips.
Orsaga rubbed the tip of the cigarette with two fingers.
The next moment.
The cigarette lit up.
Then, right before Death's eyes, Orsaga casually blew out ring after ring of smoke.
As though