"So you killed a renowned great divine power deity without much effort?"
"Yes, but a cunning one got away. He used an ancient scroll containing the Blazing Sun Spell 'Kalari Limit Escape.' My abilities were limited; I pursued him for more than three thousand years, yet still failed to catch him."
"Killing one was good enough. The true bodies of gods are weak and easily defeated. They even have to travel together to dare enter the Sea of Chaos. Tir, the God of Justice, had long since lost the caution and reverence a Professional should possess, which gave you such an easy opportunity. But if they stay inside their divine kingdoms, they become difficult to deal with."
"..."
"What is this? A lecture? I'm not going to get smug just because I casually disposed of some insignificant trash."
"Even if it is a lecture, give me some time to lecture you. After all, I truly do not have much time left. Speaking of which... you really are destined to have no luck with women."
"..."
Amid the silent chaos, a handsome youth dressed in a black robe and an exquisitely beautiful girl wearing a gorgeous gemstone mage robe gazed at each other and spoke calmly. They were as casual and relaxed as old friends discussing the weather, with neither emotional clashes nor schemes hidden in their words.
Yet compared to the youth, whose gaze remained fixed on the slender pale-blue staff in the girl's hand, the girl's slightly trembling fingertips revealed far more complicated emotions.
Without question, the handsome youth standing in the void at this moment was Whisper of Destruction, who had found his final target after searching for three hundred thousand years. The beautiful girl with the complicated expression was naturally Frantal, the Chairman who had been found—or