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“Lord of Death, why may I ask are you here?” Seraphina asks in a stern but relatively polite way. Or at least as polite as one can be while ready for battle.

The Reaper glances at her before shaking his head and stating, “I simply wish to offer her a catalyst for her ascension.”

I raise a brow, and his comment seems to catch the others off guard as well. But without even giving me a chance to consider his offer, I hear a voice echo in my head.

And it’s not Tar’s.

“Hello, young Princess. What I would truly wish to offer you is a way to escape your babysitters. To get back to Earth.”

My eyes begin to widen, only for his voice to continue, “Do not show any reaction if you don’t want your guards ruining this chance for you.”

That stops me, making me narrow my eyes at the man instead. Something that would be expected from the offer he mentioned out loud.

“Her Highness will be searching for her own catalyst soon, so there is no need, Lord of Death,” Seraphine says with a light nod of her head. Meanwhile the man’s voice continues in my head, “Simply say my name out loud and I will have you teleported to the opposite side of the planet from your bodyguards. This does not have to be now either, as I know you wish you grow stronger here first.”

“Very well then,” he says with a nod before black and purple energy begin to move around him again. “I will be taking my leave.”

Then he vanishes once again, leaving only one last statement in my head, “If you don’t trust me, simply know that I believe all children should have the freedom to choose their own paths.”

And just as if he were never here, the forest goes silent again.

Several seconds pass before I glance at Seraphina, the woman finally shifting her arms back to normal, and ask, “Seraphine, would you mind telling me a little more about the Reaper?”

The woman continues watching our surroundings as she answers, “Sure, Your Highness.” And after she appears satisfied that he’s gone, she focuses on me, the other guards vanishing, and asks, “What would you like to know about him?”

“Well, for a start, has he ever lost control of his hunger?” I ask while beginning to walk through the forest again.

Seraphina quickly moves to keep pace with me, carefully watching our surroundings as she answers, “The Reaper is probably the most self-restrained ghoul in existence, having only ever lost control of his hunger once.”

“Once?” I ask, vaguely surprised. “How do you know he didn’t lose control more than that?”

Most ghouls lose control of their hunger at least once a month, not just once in their entire life…

He must have strong self-control. That or he’s just not telling the-

“Because it was His Majesty that has praised the main’s self-restraint, not the man himself,” she says, surprising me even more.

“And the one time he did lose control?” I prod, growing a little curious about The Reaper.

Because if he can really be trusted, I might actually have a way off of Tartarus after all.

Seraphina glances at me before facing forwards again, “It was because of his father. Very few people know of exactly what went down, but from what I do know, his father did something that made him lose his self-control, leading to him racing out of the room to devour a nearby demon, only barely stopping himself from eating his own father.”

My jaw drops wide open at that.

The fuck? That’s... messed up.

“And his father? What happened after that?” I ask, feeling more and more interested the more I hear.

She glances at me for a second and answers in a short sentence, “He’s dead.”

Awkward silence fills the forest as we walk.

I can’t tell if she respects or fears The Reaper, and I feel awkward asking at this point.

There is one more question I need to ask regardless though.

“What’s the relationship between The Reaper and Grandpa?” I ask, making her eyes widen slightly before she smiles and answers, “The two of them actually trust each other quite a lot.” She faces forwards again while continuing, “The Reaper doesn’t really show much of his emotions very often, similar to you and your father, but he does trust His Majesty with his life. Even if he disagrees on how family should be treated.”

“Wait, what was that about family?” I ask, stopping her there.

She glances at me with a look of surprise and confusion, almost like she’s wondering why I’m asking all this, before saying, “The Reaper’s father raised him in a rather harsh manner, trying to force him into living just like he did. And that’s warped The Reaper’s view on family, making him dead set on the idea of children having the right to go and choose their own paths to follow without their parent’s forceful intervention.”

I blink at that.

Okay. That would explain why The Reaper made that offer.

I might take him up on it when I reach Class IV, or if something major happens in the war between the humans and demons. But for now, he’s right. I do want to continue growing stronger here first.

Maybe I can head back when the original adoption was planned to take place, around July?

That said, I’ll need to talk to Grandpa a little bit about The Reaper just to make sure he’s trustworthy.

“Good idea,” Tar comments. “Just make sure not to clue him in to The Reaper’s offer otherwise he’ll put an immediate end to that chance.”

True.

Oh, right. I also need to ask him about the catalyst.

Actually, The Reaper’s fake offer about a catalyst might make a perfect excuse to ask him about The Reaper.

I glance at Seraphina, only for her to bow slightly and reenter her blood realm, the woman realizing that I’m done with my questions before I look forward again.

Let’s see what gramps has to say about catalysts. And The Reaper.

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Wensber

Thanks for the chapter!

Dantalia

hehehehe

FCSalem

Pretty good, just one quick edit. “If you don’t trust me, simply know that I all children should have the freedom to choose their own paths.” I think you meant to add “believe” between I and All.

RedThyra

TYFTC