The God of Vengeance gave no response at all in the end.
When Gilbert fell into a pool of blood, he did not even see the fabled sight of his life flashing before his eyes.
He had spent his whole life taking revenge on behalf of others. Not a single minute or second of it could be said to have been lived for himself.
Yet he felt no frustration or regret over such a life.
To him, it was a meaningful undertaking.
It counted as helping the weak.
After all, not everyone could beat up whoever they wanted the way Zhao Si could.
Unfortunately, Zhao Si had brought his grand undertaking to a perfect close.
The God of Vengeance had lost a diligent agent, but gave no response.
By comparison, Sikatiya was a little more proactive. Chasing someone out of the Spirit World was something even an ordinary God might do.
Perhaps the other Gods still cared about their dignity.
"The God of Vengeance really has no presence at all," Sikatiya muttered in Melina's mind.
The Twinbird on Melina's shoulder stared fixedly at Zhao Si's back.
Melina, Helena, and Malenia were all inside the tent, huddled at the entrance behind the flap, "peeking."
Because Melina alone had an eye.
"You know the God of Vengeance too?" Melina was a little surprised.
"The circle of Gods is small." Sikatiya's tone was a little odd. "I hear this God of Vengeance has quite a strange temper. She looks calm and indifferent, but she's actually incredibly petty."
"So what if she's petty? Could any agent she finds be stronger than Miquella's Knight?" Melina looked at the carnage in front of the tent.
"No," Sikatiya said. "He's the mortal who defeated me. How could an agent of the God of Vengeance possibly kill him?"