Silence suddenly descended upon the workshop, until several seconds later, Michael finally spoke,
"...Are you seeking death?"
"..."
Mikhail's raised head fell back helplessly, lying motionless like a corpse.
Where Mikhail couldn't see, Michael's fingers unnaturally moved from his cheek to the edge of the throne, as if for support.
Though Mikhail hadn't completely turned into a corpse, he merely sighed and said,
"This way, you don't have to risk defying the oracle to find the World Tree Tear, right?"
Michael was slightly taken aback, leaning back into the chair, letting his long red hair spread out like a sea of flowers.
"...Heh, wait until you're well to demonstrate it to me, and I will consider its feasibility."
"Uh, can't I write a scroll or something for you to research first? Once Helair Angel has recovered..."
"You still want to enter the mortal world?"
"Ah, yes, I still want to try, even if the hope is slim, if there's a way back..."
