Isn't your timing a bit too early here?
Leon, who didn't expect this turn of events at all, found himself at a loss for words, his mouth agape for a good while.
Seeing the usually calm Leon's dumbfounded expression, Emma couldn't help but press her lips together and promptly let out a light chuckle.
"Why do you believe everything I say... It's obviously to trick you~"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Leon couldn't help but let out a slight sigh of relief.
So it was a lie, it gave a fright, I was just saying...
"However, not everything I said is false."
"?!"
Reaching out to smooth the collar of Leon's shirt, which was crumpled by a gunstock, Emma's delicate brows arched as she gently advised with a cheerful voice:
"Rember to be safe... I didn't plan to force it, but if your reckless actions cause you to co over to accompany early and you lose control, it's not my problem."
"..."
Tsk tsk tsk~
Glancing at Leon, who was choked to silence, the elderly Third Generation standing aside eyed him with disdain reserved for past, past, past seniors.
With that deanor, he surely can't hold on, I'd wager ten... Oh dear!
"Third Generation... Sir."
Leon, who held 49.9% equity of the Realm of the Dead, grabbed the Third Generation elder's consciousness and respectfully, yet with a hint of fierceness, addressed the one who caused all this commotion:
"Was my predicant entertaining to you?"
"Uh... Let's calm down a bit first."
"I'm perfectly calm!"
Taking a deep breath, Leon slowly released the grip on his collar, urging through gritted teeth:
"My esteed teacher! If you've had enough entertainnt, can we get on with the real business?"
"..."
It seems this ntor-disciple relationship is now irreversible... but it's not too bad.
Glancing at the fierce weapon in Leon's hand, the Third Generation elder estimated what ranking this creation could achieve among the numbered anomalies, then hastily replied:
"We're getting on with it... The highest authority of the Realm of the Dead was just transferred; they can't return imdiately, we still need to wait a bit longer."
Them... returning?!!!
Hearing the Third Generation elder's words, the Scorpio Bureau Chief, who stood mournfully aside, out of place with the atmosphere, suddenly widened his eyes.
"Third Generation Sir?! You... you an?!!!"
"Exactly what you're thinking."
Satisfied with the Scorpio Bureau Chief's exhilarated expression, the Third Generation elder tugged up his trousers with a hint of pride and said:
"Though a few of those unworthy brats died, as long as I intervene, they're sure to have a chance."
"!!!"
Watching Edward trembling all over upon hearing the news, shaking slightly with excitent, the Third Generation elder ignored Leon's dagger-like stare, disdainfully grumbling:
"It's all the Watcher's Palace's fault; with this safety net, now each generation is worse than the one before... After you carried the coffin away, the Six-faced Elephant Deer tore through [Cliff of Doomsday] and dragged a good portion over, getting several of those brats put down in one go!
I expected you wouldn't manage, but not to that extent! If it weren't for my quick reaction, those dragged down brats wouldn't have made it back!"
?!?!!
Those who fell off Cliff of Doomsday... can actually return?
"You... how is it not only your strength is lacking, your brain too?"
Imdiately sensing the Scorpio Bureau Chief's confusion, the Third Generation Director scoffed, pointing to the corpse of the Six-faced Elephant Deer.
"Look, didn't it co back after going down?"
"But it wasn't... um..."
After reflexively saying sothing, the Scorpio Bureau Chief realized sothing, staring back shocked:
"Did you lay a ban on our souls like you did with the Six-faced Elephant Deer?"
"Pretty much... Realizing sothing was off, I slipped a little sothing into each of your souls to keep them light, preventing them from plumting to the bottom of Cliff of Doomsday to be fully decomposed."
Simply explaining what he did, the Third Generation elder snorted:
"Though I lack a soul, just lingering resolve, I can't beco an Overlord of the Dead Realm, but having stayed here for years, the Sage's Cetery is my territory now. I'm no good in fights, but ensuring a safe bottom line is manageable.
Moreover, you young ones are truly unguarded, not a defensive bone in your body... especially your generation's Taurus, the dumbest of the lot!"
After giving Taurus's Director a huge thumbs down, the Third Generation elder sneered:
"Before the Six-faced Elephant Deer leaped out, I'd already crafted things; later, as chaos ensued, I used the escaping vapors, hidden in the mists of the Sage's Cetery, to sneak things into your souls.
Others might not get smithing and fail to notice, but while Taurus learned Secret Smithing Techniques passably, upon sensing sothing amiss, she imdiately forgot her brain, never noticing my odd actions.
You all were the sa, except for who-knows-who, none of you caught on, and had anyone else been the perpetrator, not Six-faced Elephant Deer, you'd all be history!"
"..."
Seeing the Third Generation elder's dissatisfaction, the corners of Edward's mouth twitched fiercely.
The words aren't wrong, but the Sage's Cetery being the only "stronghold" of the Bureau in the Realm of the Dead has always been your domain, and for the ambush, we all lay in coffins of your choice... Who else would allow us to be so compliant?
Moreover, with your nesis the Six-faced Elephant Deer storming in, who'd guess you wouldn't confront them, but instead seize the chance to ddle with our souls!
Oops, not quite, soone indeed did notice.
Turning to look at the "who-knows-who" whispering with Emma, the Scorpio Bureau Chief asked with a complicated expression:
"So... did you and the Third Generation Sir plan all this together? Did you know of the Third Generation's plan from the start?"
"Not from the very start... but I was sowhat aware..."
As if recalling so unpleasant mories, Leon nodded, his face not looking too good:
"I discovered he was trying to slip so... fur into my soul, he then dove into the coffin, requesting I help with his plan of ambushing at the Gate of the Deceased, where the rights of death are weakest, to attempt consuming the defeated avatar of the Six-faced Elephant Deer."
So that's how it was...
Nodding in realization, the Scorpio Bureau Chief let out a long sigh, then curiously inquired:
"What fur are you talking about? A special anomaly crafted by the Third Generation Sir?"
"..."
"?"
"..."
"?!!"
Seeing Leon's strained expression, Edward shuddered all over, imdiately thinking of sothing as he stared back in disbelief.
In Edward's terrified gaze, the Third Generation elder grinned, revealing a rather kind smile... while also tugging up his pants.
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