"Grimoire Law!" Seemingly satisfied with Achill's reaction, Hades's savage expression eased slightly as he named the spell with a sneer. The twisted look born of his fear of death vanished, replaced by the arrogance of a man certain of victory. "You don't get to decide whether I'm courting death, True God of Death! Yes, you're strong! Achill, the True God of Death, I have to admit that you're now strong enough to pose a serious threat to my life! But so what? Heh heh heh, even if you have nothing to fear from this spell, what about everyone else on Wolf Island? Especially those few people who matter most to you—"
Achill's face darkened completely at those words, and his eyes made no attempt to conceal his intense killing intent.
"Heh heh, angry now? If I remember correctly, they're all on Wolf Island, aren't they? Don't bother denying it. I saw everything through my own 'eye'..." Hades narrowed his eyes at Achill's icy face, smug satisfaction spreading across his aged features. "Besides, I wouldn't even need my 'eye' to figure it out. A little thought would give me the answer! From what I've gathered about your habits, only the circumstances I just described could bring someone like you here during Fairy Tail's S-Class Promotion Trial! You have nothing to do with Fairy Tail, and you've always preferred lazing around doing nothing! Hahaha, am I right, Achill, the True God of Death—"
Having said that, he threw his head back and laughed wildly in triumphant delight. As Achill listened, his expression grew darker and uglier. Yet Hades was not wrong. If this was Devil's Law, it really could do exactly that! Even as Achill killed him, he could drag others down with him—
And there would certainly be no small number