Lynn could also tell that, after everything that had happened, none of them looked at him with the fear and restraint they had shown at their first meeting anymore. It was as though a heartfelt yearning had taken root and begun to sprout within them.
"Mr. Lynn, will they all recover?"
A girl couldn't help clutching her chest and asking curiously.
Lynn sat cross-legged on the ground, nodding with his eyes closed. "Don't worry. They'll be fine. My medical techniques might seem a little rough to you, but down in Hell, as long as you haven't turned to ash, once you've passed through my hands, you'll be full of life again."
"The only thing to watch out for is that anyone whose soul left their body should avoid too much sunlight for a while. But once they get through this initial period of readjustment, they won't actually turn into Evil Spirits. Honestly, most people who've only just died can still be brought back, as long as you want to save them."
Everyone around Lynn sat down in a circle. They all watched him with slightly reddened eyes and nodded hard, but not one of them spoke.
It wasn't that they didn't want to.
Their turbulent feelings simply made them afraid that the moment they spoke, they wouldn't be able to hold back their tears.
It was like the difference between having truly been saved by someone and never having experienced it.
They had prayed themselves hoarse to every god in this darkness, begging them to grant salvation and take them away from it, yet not a single god had answered their plight. And now...
The person they had once regarded as a devil had reached out to help them in the darkness.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't all look at me