"Are you going to help that human girl?" The crow asked, flapping its wings.

The Grim Reaper granted the human man's request to protect or help the girl three times, after which he would receive his soul.

"Hmm."

Obviously, the gods can hear voices from far away.

He heard everything in the great manor, and as the maiden went downstairs with the servant on crutches, a nobleman sat on the sofa downstairs, ready to take the manor.

To the slight surprise of the Grim Reaper, there was an ominous aura haunting this manor, as if it had been favored by the goddess of doom, and the most tragic thing in the world would happen here.

But what does that have to do with him, he only needs to help the girl once, twice, and after the third time, collect her soul.

Yes, until the last moment, the Grim Reaper thought the same, he didn't bother to disguise himself as a human to help the girl at all, but used his power to drive the nobles on the couch away.

- But the accident happened without warning.

He leaned back on the cold and desolate throne, and for the first time heard the voice of a maiden coming from the ground, in the purest Italian, soft as sugar, with a cold indifference that did not show a trace.

"Aunt Mary, give him the check."

It dawned on Mary that Yuna had asked her to sell the wine in preparation for today?

She returned to her room in a panic and pulled out the carefully hidden check from under the bed and handed it to the nobleman.

Seeing that the nobles were sent away smoothly, Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if the Grim Reaper is spying on her now, the only thing she knows is that the first help of the Grim Reaper in the original main plot was broken by her, and she finally got a little out of the fate of dying at the hands of the Grim Reaper-

And that chance of escaping death, even if it is only a small one, is one in ten thousand hopes.

She tugged at her lips in the direction of no one, as if with a cold and soft smile, and just like that, she crashed into the depths of the eyes of the Grim Reaper, who was finally a little curious about her, and lowered her head high.

The dark pupils that gathered involuntarily shrank.

What a delicate cupboard doll.

What a pure and immaculate fragrant snow orchid.

At that moment, the Grim Reaper only knew that appearance was not the point at all, he saw the greatest misfortune in the world, the greatest evil, like a colorful oil painting, madness hidden under the skin as calm as water, her expression was far more dazzling and moving than her appearance.

I just don't know why, his heart suddenly has some hot pain, it's a strange feeling.

The slender and beautiful fingers covered the position of the heart through the black robe, and under the hood, between the cold white thin lips of the god of death, a cold and dull voice overflowed.

"—you were born to die." He said.

And the Grim Reaper is death itself.

Translate this sentence to -

You were born to belong to me.

The black crow flapped its wings, its little eyes full of thrill.

If its perception is correct, Yuna of Sicily is really targeted by the Grim Reaper this time, and the Grim Reaper wants to kill her!

But the gods have always been arrogant, even if the immortal and the god of death did not conceive the same, even if that glance made his heart that had been silent for thousands of years have a little wave, and he desperately wants to play with that dazzling soul, he did not step down from the lonely throne and embrace her with an arm full of cold death.

Because he knows that no one in this world can escape death.

She is also one of the world's people.

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