Chiyo Eon appeared before Death, looking remarkably composed. With a smile, she said:
"Is that so? We really have met again. It seems you've been waiting for me for quite some time."
Death stared at her figure in silence for a full five seconds before finally speaking:
"Why is it you?"
Though no emotion could be heard in its voice, the divine power trembling around it fully revealed its unrest.
Feeling the energy around her ripple, Chiyo Eon could not help but smile and shake her head. It seemed only that guy could make the gods uneasy.
When facing her, Death had been utterly unfathomable, as though everything were under its control.
For some reason, sensing Death's agitation before her made Chiyo Eon feel exceptionally satisfied, as though she had finally held her head high.
She let out a long breath. The frigid climate of the North Pole turned her exhalation into frost, leaving it misty in the air.
"What?" Chiyo Eon smiled in relief. "It seems the person you wanted to see wasn't me. Then I was being presumptuous."
What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you know what you're supposed to do?
Death's expression gradually darkened. There was a strange magic in its voice, as if a giant hand had seized your heart and was slowly tightening its grip.
Yet Chiyo Eon refused to yield in the slightest and said bluntly:
"Who are you ordering around? Since when was I your subordinate? Have you forgotten what you are?"
Having cast everything aside, she began imitating Sin's way of speaking. In any case, she would insult it first and enjoy herself afterward.
Can't you find him? Is he hiding, or is he currently not in this world?
Death did not care much about her insults. Its first priority was