"I remember back then … when you were still in your fifth year, right? Oh, if that's the case … you've just graduated this year, right? You've already achieved such remarkable achievements and strength at such a young age. When I was still a mortal, I couldn't be compared to you at this age … "The God of Death, Helbo, seemed to be a little emotional." At that time, Madam Ravenclaw was still a false god. Her little bit of power was obtained through deception and theft … I was just fulfilling my duty when I was fighting against you. "
"But after she became a true god, I didn't see you stop your little tricks." Allen disagreed with the God of Death's statement.
"I didn't expect that after nearly a thousand years of fighting, she would become a true god in just a little more than a year … I chose to continue fighting because her power as a new god was still very weak … But now, it seems that I've been looking at the consequences of things with the old way of thinking." Helbo paused for a moment. "I've been in the Underworld for a long time, so I've forgotten the mortal's concept of time. Because of your assistance, this new god's power has increased at a speed that I've never imagined … I have to admit, when I found out, all of you had already become a big problem … But if you continue to fight like this for us and develop into a battle at the level of a true god … I think that this kind of behavior that is destined to cause disastrous consequences for the mortals is actually unnecessary."
"Mr. Helbo, during the duel competition, you still wanted to lure me in. But after you realized that the risk was greater, I really came in just to call a truce?" Allen leaned back and raised his chin. He said with some contempt, "Let me be honest with you. I don't think that we're the ones who have the upper hand. Mr. Helbo, there's a special purpose behind every action you take. Please forgive me for being blunt, but I can't believe what you're saying …"
"If all of you are still false gods and the chosen ones of false gods, then all of you are still mortals in terms of my job … If mortals want to obtain power that they shouldn't have or try to obtain true eternal life, as the one who guides living beings to return to the embrace of death at the right time, I naturally have the responsibility to stop them." Turning a blind eye to Allen's somewhat rude behavior, Death God Helbo raised his hand that had a large silver ring on it and waved it. "And now, Madam Ravenclaw has already become a member of the True Gods. I believe that all of you who are familiar with that history also know that although the ancient True Gods were also hostile to each other due to the conflict of their clergy, most of them could still get along peacefully or rather, they didn't care about each other …" The wrinkles on both sides of his nose raised up in a manner that left a deep impression. "I know that you've given many people the elixir of immortality, but just like how I didn't care about Nico Lemour, they'll return to the embrace of death after a long time … As for those who are closer to you, let Madam Ravenclaw share some of her divine power with them and let them become the chosen ones. This is already considered not a mortal thing to me … I don't have to be too concerned about this kind of thing …"
Allen understood the intention of the Death God's proposal. What the other party meant was that the most fundamental conflict between them and the Death God Helbo no longer existed after Luna was promoted to a True God.
"If we reach an agreement, of course, I'll tear my Underworld Gray Wasteland apart from the mortal world again," the Death God said in a relaxed manner. "Of course, I still have some conditions … But, huh?"
The Death God's behavior actually made Allen even angrier. He pursed his lips. If that was the case, then the things that the Death God Helbo did after that were purely instigated for his own selfish desires. Professor Fleevy and the many wizards who died because of it were just sacrificial lambs.
As if he had seen through Allen's emotions, Death God Helbo suddenly patted his head as if he had suddenly realized something. Then, he spread out his palm, and a gray soul energy ball suddenly appeared on it. The distorted face of Professor Filius Flick was faintly discernible in this soul energy ball.
This cluster of energy floated to the ground and turned into Professor Fleevy's normal body. However, Professor Fleevy in his soul state appeared even more gray and transparent in the Underworld. He was expressionless and had lost consciousness. No one could read any emotional changes on his face. Although he was not as painful as before, he was shrouded in despair. The boundless despair became easier to detect.
"Then, this is a meeting gift … You don't have to show such an expression. Let's be honest with each other. After the duel tournament held in my hometown, I knew that he was actually not that important to you … You know, I know …" The Death God Helbo ridiculed Allen's hypocrisy with interest. Then, he shook his head and said, "I can sense that Madam Ravenclaw has also infused her divine power into my Lifestone. Presumably, after gathering the power of two powerful True Gods, this little toy that was originally used to lure people to their deaths has probably become a Lifestone with the ability to resurrect people?" Helbo's mouth twitched, and his originally very stern face seemed to have softened a little. "But Mr. Harris, when you get out of the Underworld, remember to use it on your professor … Madam Ravenclaw probably has the ability to project her power into my world at the same time … but she's not willing to waste her power on him, right?"
"If our negotiation goes smoothly, there's no need to waste power, is there?" Allen was not pretentious at all. He did not care about the Death God's sarcasm at all. He casually agreed. "It just so happens that my school can't do without him … At least, everyone is still not used to it.
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More importantly, he had been thinking about how to get Professor Fleevy's soul back from the hands of the Death God, Helbo. Now that the Death God was willing to give it to him directly, he did not lose anything anyway.
Hearing Allen's words, the Death God Helbo's ram like face turned directly to Professor Fleevy. It seemed that he had just noticed the state of Professor Fleevy's body. He raised his eyebrows, and then with a hoarse, suppressed, and slow voice, he spoke without any fluctuations, "Spirit of the half-blood fairy, you're free."
The Death God's words seemed to have used the power of his own command. Fleevy's soul who had fallen into the state of the Death God regained control of his own consciousness. However, before he could grasp the situation, Helbo waved his hand across the air. Fleevy's soul was like an insignificant thing that could be casually given away. Fleevy's soul could not help but float towards Allen.
It was only then that Fleevy's soul met Allen's eyes in this gray world. The half-blood fairy's translucent face was filled with surprise. He wanted to open his mouth to speak but could not make any sound.
"You should be able to hear my voice, Professor Fleevy. The soul state can't last long in the mortal world …" Allen said to the Curses professor gently. "You're no longer in the blurred illusion, between life and death. You can't turn into a ghost, and you can't be resurrected after turning into a ghost. I'm sorry, Filius … capture the soul …"
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