Silence.

The gripping silence continued without a single sound.

The huge figure covered with mist was in a state of shock, to the point of being unable to utter a single word.

He gasped as the human in front of him questioned whether she had died with an extremely stoic face.

This made him a little worried, which could be seen from the large scythe next to it shaking slightly.

The scythe was not held in his hand, but because as a god of death his scythe which was part of him, reacted to the emotions felt by his master.

'this is weird……why she scared?!'

"So are you here to take me to hell or something?"

The figure's mouth fell open as it heard the words of the girl in front of her, who was now crossing her arms with each other.

'Her soul butterfly is indeed an unusual and unique color.........but what is this?!'

The figure said in his heart while looking at Camilia who was sitting back on her bed, with a disbelieving face.

His eyes trembled at the expression on the girl's face in front of him, she looked annoyed and wanted to finish the business as quickly as possible.

The mouth of the god of death gaped open in disbelief, even though it wasn't visible.

The figure's entire face was completely covered by a pitch-black mask, along with the thick black mist that still enveloped his entire body making the expression impossible to see.

But he managed to maintain his composure, and began to speak to break the silence.

"To your first question the answer is yes, you are dead. and the second is no. I am a god of death, for matters of bringing souls to hell or heaven it is arranged by shadow angels and white angels"

The answer from the god of death to Camilia sounded authoritative, and with a regal tone of voice.

Camilia started to move her lips, to start speaking.

"Oh, I see."

It was a short response that escaped her lips in an indifferent voice before closing her mouth again, and closing her eyes with a tired expression.

Camilia seems unconcerned about the words of the figure in front of her confirming that she had died, and the information which in other words stated the figure before her now is a god.

That careless and almost dispassionate answer took him by surprise, and full of astonishment.

"......So you're not questioning the reason why you died, or anything related to that?"

After that question Camilia stood up straight, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

The rush the previous time made her hair a little messy, and her nightwear untidy.

Her eyes, which were closed while listening to his question, opened and looked directly at the god of death.

That gaze instantly made him flinch, and subconsciously made the god of death take a step back along with his scythe.

In contrast to her indifferent gaze when she questioned whether she was dead or about hell earlier.

It was an emotionless gaze like looking at an object, and the aura radiating from her made the god of death feel like facing 'Him'.

Her blood red lips twisted into a smirk on her beautiful face.

"You're the reason for my death, aren't you...?"

The god again subconsciously took a step back, at this time the repetition of something was happening in his head.

'The color of her soul butterfly...'

🦋 Soul butterfly 🦋 /

Just as the name suggests, the souls take the form of butterflies with colors according to their souls.

And just like the butterfly that is often found sitting on a flower, this soul butterfly is not much different.

what is different is the existence of a that connects the butterfly and the flower.

butterflies that are in the same spider web with other butterflies indicate that they are interconnected, and from the color of this web it can be seen how the relationship between the owners of the soul butterflies with one another in the same web.

Simply:

Butterfly = soul.

The color of the butterfly = the color of the soul.

Connecting thread = life.

Flower = body.

Cobwebs/spider webs=Souls interaction with each other.

The cobweb color=the situation of the interaction.

And this god of death accidentally cut the thread, because he saw the web of the Camilia butterfly which made him wonder.

The colors of the Camilia soul butterfly are magenta, golden orange, dark purple, and dark red.

"Didn't you say yourself, that you have no relationship with souls whose time is up.

So what's the reason I'm here if it's not related to you..."

Camilia said it in a tone full of anger and irritation, because the god of death was questioning her attitude when he was the one who caused the trouble in the first place.

'Not the soul butterfly, but the of the butterfly!!'

The god immediately dismissed his thoughts and got the reason from the aura belonging to the woman in front of him that was suppressing and suffocating him.

In the cobwebs he looked at with such amazement, and curiosity.

The woman in front of him is the one who determines who will live in comfort, and who will disappear without a trace.

"And seeing the god of death here, means what you've done puts you in a difficult position huh?, hmm?."

Camilia asked in a scornful voice, and brought her hands to brush the hair on her face back in frustration.

Huuuu....

The woman let out a long breath this made the god feel like he was shrinking, which could be seen from his scythe which was shaking violently.

She held her forehead with one palm, and the other on her waist after sometimes.

"Explain thoroughly concisely..."

Camila's orders.

"Yes ma'am.!!!"

The god replied with a jolt.

"And I also can't return it to the way it was, because even if it's accidental, it can't be undone."

He said at the end of the explanation.

He immediately said something else, after seeing the look in her dead eyes that seemed to want to strangle, and broke his neck, then used his head as a soccer ball.

"So I'm planning to give you a compensation to live again.

Please understand my situation, because I also have to pay a huge cost as a result of taking a life whose time has not yet run out"

The god said in a pitiful tone, and gave Camilia an apologetic smile even though his face was still covered in a mask.

Camilia, who sensed that the god was looking at her, gave a sincere smile through her eyes and lips.

and answer.

"I don't care what trouble you're in, sir.

I am not a person who easily forgives, moreover I am the most disadvantaged here because of your 'curiosity'"

That expression didn't leave her face for a second.

Even as her cold and venomous tone of voice spoke words meant to hurt, the angelic expression on her beautiful face remained the same.

That's why I will grant your 3 wishes regarding your second life, whatever it is."

The god of death said in a low tone and a warm voice.

Camilia was still looking at him emotionlessly.

"But I'm sorry, in order to grant any of your wishes there must be one condition that is met."

After he finished speaking the god closed his mouth.

Camilia frowned slightly.

Her head had several guesses, and flashed the most plausible ones for confirmation.

"The place of my second life must have a relationship with you, right?"

"It's a world I made so I have the freedom to do as I please, you also know that world as a novel"

The god answered in a warm voice to the question just now.

Camilia stared at him blankly, and opened her mouth.

"I will accept your conditions if you also accept one, sir."

Camilia's tone of voice became slightly non-cold as she spoke.

"Of course, and I wouldn't consider it one of the requests."

The god of death replied warmly, to the human in front of him.

The woman's lips parted and she began to speak.

"________

🥀🥀🥀🥀🦋🦋🦋🦋🥀🥀🥀🥀🦋🦋

It was a quiet and strangely warm night.

Only a few people were outside at that time, causing a silent night.

On that quiet night the ladies-in-waiting, doctors and priestesses ran to their respective places.

Currently their emperor was in the process of giving birth, and since they had gone through the process of the emperor giving birth 9 times before, they were definitely reliable.

Yet they had expressions full of expectation, and enthusiasm.

"Priestess. It's possible that this time we will really get what our empire has been waiting for for so long, right??"

asked a lady-in-waiting to the priestess, holding a glass ball filled with fire which was enchanted to only warm and not burn.

"What do you mean? Isn't it certain!! if only one month the emperor has given birth isn't it as obvious as we thought!!"

replied the priestess enthusiastically to the lady-in-waiting who nodded her head happily while handing the glass ball to the head lady.

From the room came the emperor's moans, which were followed by happy cries from the doctors, who shed a few tears of admiration.

"The pride of our Chastine empire!, has been born!!"

"Oh my!!! Your Majesty the emperor, you finally gave birth to a baby girl!!!"

"Your Majesty the emperor, Your Majesty the princess inherits your eyes!!!"

The ladies-in-waiting were happy, the female knights were also touched.

one of the Priestesses who was quick to respond to the situation asked a female magician to connect her to the shrine, and when she connected.

She have wide smile, before shout with joy

"The imperial princess has been born, bring the quickly!!!"