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At Herabola’s stern reply, Henry asked in a cold tone, “Are you serious?”
Herabola burst into laughter and said, “Of course not, haha! Even though I’m already dead, I’ll die a second time if that means I can mess with you some more, hehe.”
“...It was a bad joke.”
Herabola’s joke might’ve worked under normal circumstances, but given the urgency of the current situation, Henry was not amused in the slightest.
Noticing this, Herabola tried to get Henry to relax.
“You seem rather tense, Henry. Try to loosen up a bit,” said Herabola in a soft voice. “This might be my lair, over which I have complete authority, but that doesn’t mean I’ll treat you badly, does it? We’re good old friends after all, right?”
“Indeed, we were such friends in my previous life. But now we’re secret friends, and nobody else can know about us, right?”
“Secret friends, huh… That’s a good way to put it.”
Since Henry’s soul was revealed here, in the Tomb of Souls, in its true, past form, Herabola had to essentially be a god in this place, just like Herarion had said.
‘That must be why you knew exactly what I was thinking.’
Henry finished collecting his thoughts in the meantime.
Of course, Herabola also had time to gather his thoughts...
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