"But if the sun had not been negligent, then even if the Black Death had broken out, so many people would not have died, right?"
Pest pressed her lips together, her voice cold as the biting wind sweeping across Antarctica.
For Pest, who had died beneath the Black Death in life and who represented eighty million undead, whose very existence could almost be said to be sustained by the deaths of those eighty million people, erasing the outbreak of the Black Death was practically the meaning of her existence.
It could be said that Pest herself was an existence burdened with the fate of the Black Death.
Eradicating the Black Death was not merely Pest's wish; it was also the obsession of the eighty million undead behind her.
If that wish could not be fulfilled, Pest might fall from an undead spirit into a vengeful spirit. She might then be entangled forever by the resentment of the eighty million undead who wished for the Black Death to be erased, never able to recover.
Of course, if she could not fulfill that wish, there was an even greater chance that Pest would completely collapse before she even fell into a vengeful spirit.
"Alright, don't worry about that."
Seemingly noticing the girl's abnormal state, the youth who already possessed eighteen Solar Sovereignties affectionately wrapped an arm around her slender neck and chuckled.
"Since it's history that will be reversed within a week anyway, why care so much?"
Hearing the youth's words, Pest froze.
The sudden good news spilling from the War God's mouth made her feel as though she were dreaming.
"What? You don't want to change the fate of the Black Death's outbreak anymore?"
The War God, who had already contacted the Halloween Queen and planned to cut away the entire