"It took you longer than I expected."
Watching LuLu slowly emerge, the undead's voice carried a hint of complaint from within the Black Mist.
"I'm old. I'm not as nimble as I used to be." LuLu smiled.
"Cut it out." An Ya sighed. "Your old problem obviously flared up again. You must have spent most of the day spouting nonsense."
LuLu smiled without denying it.
"You're wasting your own energy on pointless chatter with someone who's about to die. What are you trying to get out of it?" An Ya couldn't help asking.
"To feel good." LuLu grinned. "Besides, the energy I have left isn't enough for me to awaken and help you a second time. If I'm going to use it, what difference does it make how?"
An Ya: ""
Now that was carefree.
It was precisely because of this personality that the older generation, who had fought with everything they had, disliked her frivolous attitude most of all. So when An Ya learned that this was the person who had come, she was actually rather surprised.
"I only have enough energy for one use." LuLu took a breath and looked at An Ya. "I won't be able to help you afterward. Can you manage on your own?"
"Yes." An Ya answered seriously.
"Good!" LuLu cheerfully pulled a metal flask from her Space Pack and unscrewed the cap. A pungent aroma of liquor immediately wafted out. She took a blissful sip. "No matter how many times I reincarnate or how much my personality changes, this little hobby of mine never changes!"
An Ya immediately laughed as well. "That's right. No matter how many times you reincarnate, Master's personality is always the same."
"All right, off you go." LuLu waved her away. "Go take care of your business. I've given