"Actually, she probably couldn't help wanting to tell the secrets of the moribunds, I bet." Watching the female ghoul known as Matilda bite her lip and leave the Great Ceremony Hall, Freya said from behind Pannis in a ghostly tone, "Why did you cut her off before she could finish when you weren't even forcing her?"
"This is a matter of life and death for her," Pannis said, his gaze flickering, "How could she casually speak of it? Besides, I didn't stop her, you know."
"I'm not an idiot," Freya rolled her eyes and retorted, "A lowly, insignificant soul, ignored by everyone when most helpless, yet at that moment, a prominent figure extends a hand, pulling her out of her inner confusion. Perhaps by then, she already worshiped you as a second deity, and after more than a hundred years, you could accurately call out the name of someone you had seen only once. The gratitude in her heart at that moment must have been enough for her to tell you all the secrets she'd been hiding."
