"Father, I was the one who asked Mother to bring me in." Helena hurried a few steps forward and explained in a choked, trembling voice, "That scream of mine just now had killed people too... I wanted to help..."
"And if it tugs at your crotch a few more times, you'll run out of prepared trousers to change into." A faint, teasing smile hovered on Luna's face as her misty eyes glanced at Allen's brand-new trousers. Then she turned nonchalantly toward Grim Reaper Herpo, her ethereal voice ringing out. "Mr. Herpo, a god stopping people from relieving themselves is terribly improper... Magic like explosions would blow up on you too, wouldn't it?"
That remark successfully left the wizard deeply awkward, while the male god beside him also looked very uncomfortable because of the bluntly stated fact. His lips moved, but he said nothing.
In the silence, Luna tilted her head as though she had thought of another topic, then beckoned Helena closer.
"Herpo, this is Helena, my and Allen's daughter." Luna pointed at the Female Ghost, who was now much taller than her, then pointed at the Grim Reaper. "Helena, this is Herpo the Foul, the Grim Reaper."
Although he felt the atmosphere had been led astray and had instantly fallen into the other side's rhythm, Grim Reaper Herpo had now recovered the courtesy he ought to have. He gave Helena a slight bow.
"Hello, Miss Harris."
After saying that, he seemed to feel something was still missing. The old man reached into the Magic Robes on his body, trying to find something to use as a first-meeting gift, but then realized the robes on him could only be counted as former robes now.
That made the nasolabial folds on either side of the Grim Reaper's bone-white cheeks lift slightly,