The atmosphere became stagnant.
The Witch of Death silently gazed at the silver-clad Knight before her—the only being who could endow deities with the concept of death.
This was no longer an enemy of the gods, but rather their natural predator.
And yet, this man claimed he liked her, while also fancying the Goddess of Life. Could his mental state really be... normal?
"Don't look at me with that 'are you sick?' expression," Xi Mu waved his hand as he observed the Witch of Death's subtle expressions and began to explain:
"Death and life are a perfect opposition." His gaze was serious as he earnestly spouted nonsense, "And the person who truly represents the concept of death is not the Goddess of Death who governs Hell, but you who hold the scepter of death."
"What the Goddess of Death controls is more about reincarnation rather than death, while the death you bestow is the true end of everything."
