Allen, lying on the ground, finally turned his gaze toward Helena, who was still floating in the sky, trapped inside the Magic Shield.
At that moment, although Helena still had both hands pressed against the shield, the anxiety had vanished from her face. Her eyes were instead somewhat dazed. This sudden reversal had sent her emotions soaring and plunging, and for a moment she still had not quite come back to herself.
As her father, Allen raised a hand and canceled the shield, letting his daughter float down to his side in case Grim Reaper Herpo went mad in desperation. The moment she landed, Helena, who had already recovered, immediately bent down and crouched beside Allen to check his condition. Distressed, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the food scraps from the corners of his mouth.
Allen waved for Helena beside him to sit. She looked at Grim Reaper Herpo, who was still fighting like a trapped beast, her fingers twisting together as she glanced at Allen several times. In the end, she still asked the question in her heart. "Father, I don't understand. Why was Grim Reaper Herpo so unwilling to appear outside all this time? And why is he now trying to run out of the Underworld like he's gone mad?"
Allen was just about to answer, but his eyes flickered. He raised a hand, signaling his daughter to pause, then directly cast Sonorus. "All right, Helena, ask your question again."
After a brief moment of thought, Helena understood that her father was turning this around to strike at the Grim Reaper's mind. Over the past few days, she had seen the Grim Reaper use similar methods against Allen far too many times, so she obediently cooperated and repeated the question.
"Previously, Mr. Grim Reaper Herpo's greatest