Mr. Blood-garment floated in a chaotic netherworld, communicating intently with the dead controlled by the Grim Reaper.
"After receiving a blessing from me, you have yet to achieve any results so far, and now you hope to borrow my power directly?" the Grim Reaper's voice was calm and icy cold, "That's different from the promise you made before."
"What I assured was only to do better than your former agents, and in this respect, I still consider myself somewhat stronger than the vampire prince who was directly caught and executed," Mr. Blood-garment chuckled.
"To me, you two are no different—waste," the Grim Reaper paused, "only that you have a thicker skin."
"To achieve our goal, your power is essential," Mr. Blood-garment persisted in persuading, "The power of the Wordless Code has sealed off injury and death, and my power cannot override the sole authority, but yours can."
