9th Underworld Level, Upper Block, Administrative Floors, Shinigami’s Office

Two white-haired, blue-eyed twins – a male named Chalmecacihuilt and a female named Cihuacoatl – entered the office. They were officially the Guardians of the Underworld, created by Meshulam himself. Both Mictlan and his assistant Golgotha placed enormous trust in them.

“You called us, Mictlan-sama?” Chalme asked.

“Yes… how should I tell you this…” the Shinigami looked nervously at the skeleton standing on his shoulder “We’ve got a runaway.”

Cihua snapped as she smashed the God of Death’s desk with a single loud slap and hundreds of papers were sent flying much to the disbelief of the young god.

“THE DAMN SNAKE AGAIN?!” the woman went crazy.

Cihua and Chalme were defeated by Nachash when the latter escaped from prison, thus her hate towards the Talking Serpent.

“Ahn, that 80-page contract took me three months to write… and now…” Mictlan sobbed while kneeling.

“Mictlan-sama, I would like to resign from my position as Guardian of the Underworld. For hundreds of years I have endured, but I really cannot work with Cihua. We’re just incompatible with each other, even though we’re brothers” tears welled up out of Chalme’s eyes “This isn’t easy for me, either… Mictlan has been my home since the day I was born…!”

“Be quiet, you grumpy children! Cihua, it’s not the Talking Serpent! Chalme, your resignation has been rejected! Mictlan, write one more time!” the short framework of bones said.

A loathsome guardian, her alienated brother and a depressive god. Golgotha had a hard time. That was when the shadow of a person lurked at the doorway. The rampaging Cihua activated her Spirit Mode and summoned a scythe that she used to attack the newcomer. The silver-haired man in his twenties wearing uniform did not stagger and easily stopped her long blade as a clear, silvery aura surrounded his body.

“Howdy” the knight forced a smile.

“With just one hand?” Chalme thought.

“Lower your weapon!” the skeleton said and Cihua promptly deactivated her Spirit Mode.

The male walked up to the Shinigami who stood up.

“Are you the God of Death?” the man asked.

“T-That’s right… and you are?” Mictlan nodded and said.

“Sir, my name is Ajax Alcestis and I am one of the Generals of the Aztec Armed Forces. I come on behalf of Aqua and its King, Abrahamus A. Corum IX, to request your help” Ajax bowed his head and said with reverence.

“What can I help you with?” the Shinigami blinked in astonishment and said.

“I’m trying to find a certain person.”

The God of Death asked a guard to bring another table to replace the one Cihua destroyed and a chair for the general to sit on. The Guardians of the Underworld remained alert beside Mictlan.

“There’s no doubt about it. This guy is a Spirit Mode master, a user with 100% SSL” Chalme thought.

Full Spirit Mode users brought up bad memories to Cihua and Chalme since Nachash, who overpowered them eighteen years ago, was one.

“And who would that be?” the God of Death asked.

“He’s known as ‘The Lost Prince’ and has been missing for 8 years. I believe he’s alive somewhere in the Underworld” the aztec explained.

“What makes you so sure he’s here?”

“Our King said so.”

“Hm…” Mictlan picked up a black notebook that contained the list of the dead “What is his real name?”

“It’s…”

…

Aqua, Aztecorum, Royal Castle, Throne Room

A 123-year-old man was seen sitting in the center of a wide and luxurious room. At his side stood another male of the same age. They were Abrahamus A. Corum IX, the current king of Aqua, and his counselor and right-hand man, Gregorius Donatus.

“Come in!” the king said when he heard someone knocking on the big door made of crystal.

A 25-year-old short violet-haired, orange-eyed knight wearing a uniform with a jaguar badge and a hat walked in. The male who was also a musician bowed to King Abrahamus.

“Do you need me, your Majesty, do, re, mi?”

“Thank you for coming. It’s not like I don’t trust Ajax, but I have a feeling things are going to get complicated in the Underworld, which is why I think it’s best to send you.”

“Understood. I’ll make arrangements to leave immediately, fa, so, la” he raised his head slightly to look at Abrahamus and said.

The knight was about to leave when the king said to him:

“My great-grandson… please…”

“Do not worry. I, Regulus Fidelis, one of the Generals of the Aztec Armed Forces, swear on my soul to bring the Prince back, si, do” he smiled determinedly and left.

The two old foxes Abrahamus and Gregorius were silent.

“Am I wrong, Gregorius?” the king asked him.

“No… we must never give up on our family, my dear friend” the counselor smilingly answered.

“’We must never give up on our family’, eh…”

[END OF CHAPTER]

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