Talking a God into Revealing Secrets Is Still Talking

Pride merely let out a cold laugh—though there was little difference between Its cold laugh and thunder.

"Any one of the Sins can destroy the world. Mortals cannot stand against such great power."

Sean frowned. "I have no interest in discussing how powerful the Sins are—but you don't have to destroy the world, do you?"

Pride merely raised Its enormous head. "It is inevitable—and it will not conflict with my dealing with the traitor."

"Why?" Sean pressed, puzzled.

But Pride apparently had no intention of answering that question. Its expression told Sean only one thing—destroying the world was the task of the Sins.

"How boring..." Sean muttered.

Pride glanced at him. "Mortal, you are worthy of speaking with me, but as you have assumed, the contradiction between us is irreconcilable. Still, I can promise you this: afterward, I will preserve your body and soul. For you, hehe, a bomb will be separated from your body without causing you any harm. This is the best ending you can receive."

"The only thing you need to do is hand that feather over to me. This is not difficult, and in the name of Pride, I promise it will have no effect on you."

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly. Rather than hastily asking what Pride wanted the feather for, he brought up another question that angered Pride once more. "Wasn't Robin already devoured and divided up? Why is there still a part of Her left behind, and why does it happen to be at Hogwarts?"

His mother's fate was Pride's sore spot, but obtaining that feather depended entirely on Sean, so It could only suppress Its anger and answer, "I told you, I was not certain what betrayal Mother had suffered. It was only after sensing the existence of that feather that I