Rommel had no desire whatsoever to be polite.
He only wanted to shut the door and play dead.
This time was nothing like last time.
Back then, there hadn't been a Little Bear squatting there with its eyes wide as saucers, watching the show.
It might even be recording everything from every angle.
Though Little Bear wasn't the sort to lack discretion, and the only person it would definitely share the recording with would be Falan—it wouldn't show it to the Undead—but... Falan alone was enough!
Draculus, who had once watched Falan's love story with the Half-Elf Queen unfold, hadn't done anything good either.
Sure enough, people really shouldn't do unnecessary things.
Look at this... He had merely believed he would never end up in the same situation. Besides, Falan was his own disciple's descendant no matter what; however unhappy Falan might be, he wouldn't mock him. That was why he had acted a little too freely back then.
Now, one careless misstep, and karma had all come back for him.
As for making Little Bear keep quiet... after confirming what had happened recently, Rommel wasn't about to do anything unnecessary.
After all, he was the one in danger. The bear wasn't.
With Lathander about to arrive and the envoys of the River Styx already appearing openly, Hill—with the World Tree behind him, the Elemental Realm, and even the Father of Elves—was undoubtedly the safest person around.
Even if Asmodeus saw him baring his fangs and laughing wildly at the moon, he would simply pretend not to notice.
Draculus knew perfectly well that while he was fairly powerful, escaping the Lord of Hell unscathed was basically impossible... No, having a chance to flee for his life would already be good enough.
But as long as he maintained a surface-level friendship