The master of the underworld... or rather, Hades, the King of the Underworld. Even ordinary people probably wouldn't find such a name unfamiliar, much less Nero, who had already been active in the mortal world as a transcendent before becoming a Black Soul Envoy.
But as a transcendent, even if she had heard Hades's name, she had probably regarded him as nothing more than a deity from legend—just as Nero had initially joked that she was some kind of Zeus, the mad god.
But as a Black Soul Envoy, Nero had clearly personally experienced a level far beyond what she had known when she was a divine general of Michael's Club... Naturally, her horizons could no longer be compared to what they had been back then.
"Are you really Hades?" Nero looked at the man who claimed to be Hades in astonishment... For now, she would call him Old Ha—that was what Nero thought.
"I have no reason to lie." The man who called himself Hades... Old Ha's gaze was calm at this moment. He had been keeping his eyes fixed on Prin, who was controlling the black-covered book—she might as well call Teacher Prin Erha... That was what Nero thought.
Although she wasn't entirely clear about Old Ha and Erha's true relationship, judging from the current situation, she could completely join forces with Old Ha for the time being and deal with Erha—Nero's thinking had always been simple: if she could win, she would definitely fight; only if she couldn't win would she call for her parents... But if she called for her parents after losing, she would definitely lose points.
She naturally wasn't afraid of losing points. The key was that if Maid Miss, the supervisor of the Black Soul Envoys, caught her by the handle, the consequences