In front of the crystal coffin, Wayne cradled Monica in his arms, skillfully and quickly calming the agitated Black Cat.
Monica had always been semi-independently raised, very courageous, with the word 'stress' not even in her dictionary. After a brief surprise, she quickly calmed down.
Stare!x2
Yuliya stood beside Wayne, rubbing her head against Wayne's head while curiously studying the crystal coffin in front of her.
"Master, who is this elegant lady, is she dead already?"
"Uh, in a sense, the Goddess of Death has always been dead." Wayne remarked.
"What, she's the Goddess of Death?!"
Yuliya was shocked, but then had a moment of clarity: "No wonder she looks familiar, turns out she's the goddess who granted me life, I remember now, she was the one who forged me as a novice."
"Isn't there a possibility that she's actually... never mind, as long as you're happy."
