"I remember back then... I think you were still in your fifth year? Oh, in that case... you've only just properly graduated this year, haven't you? To have achieved such remarkable accomplishments and strength at such a young age—when I was still mortal, I couldn't compare with you at that age..." Grim Reaper Herpo looked somewhat emotional. "At that time, Lady Ravenclaw was still only a False God, and what little power she had was gained through deception and theft... My struggle against you was merely the fulfillment of my duties."
"But after that, she became a True God, and I didn't see your little moves stop," Allen said, unimpressed by Grim Reaper's explanation.
"I never expected that after nearly a thousand years of petty skirmishing, she would become a True God in just over a year afterward... I chose to continue the struggle because her power, as a new god, was still very weak... But now it seems this is still the consequence of my having viewed matters through old assumptions all along." Herpo paused. "Spending so long in the Underworld made me forget the mortal sense of time. This new god advanced in power at a speed I had never imagined, thanks to your assistance... I must admit, by the time I noticed, you had already become a major problem... But if we keep resisting each other like this and it develops into a battle on the level of True Gods... I believe such conduct, destined to bring catastrophic consequences to mortals, is in fact unnecessary."
"Mr. Herpo, during the Dueling Tournament, you were still trying to lure me in, but after you discovered the risk was greater, now that I've really come in, you want a truce?" Allen leaned back, lifted his chin, and said with some