Elicia's Grim Reaper

No matter how much the newly appointed Master Tianmengxing didn't want to see that person, when the time came, he still appeared in front of Radamantis according to the arrangement of fate.

It's just that his form was beyond Radamantis' expectations.

"...Mi, North...?"

Looking at the broken and incomplete soul body in front of him, Radamantis felt that he was almost unrecognizable.

The miserable appearance of the soul body in front of him does not show the outstanding appearance of the king of Crete at all.

"That's right~~" The silver-haired god of death, who was just going to bring Minos' soul back to the underworld, emerged from the back of the soul body, "By the way, you are brothers~~ Why don't you recognize each other?"

Only ghosts can recognize it... Ah no, I am not a human being now...

Radamantis, who was complaining, was instantly frustrated and bent forward.

"Hmm..." The silver-haired Grim Reaper who touched his chin circled around the motionless soul body, wrinkled his nose slightly, "It's quite troublesome to repair..."

"...Master Thanadus, please entrust me with the task of restoring the soul of Minos." The brotherly (?) Ladamantis knelt down in front of the silver-haired god of death.

"Huh? Are you okay?" He tilted his head and looked at Ladamantis who was kneeling in front of him, and asked without paying attention.

"Please hand over the task to your subordinates." Radamantis, who asked for orders again, lowered his head even lower.

"...Okay then." The silver-haired Grim Reaper, who just didn't want to work hard on the puzzle, let go of his hand happily, and stuffed the repair method and various precautions into the mind of a certain pterosaur, regardless of whether he understood or not, he slipped back to his own The temple buried his head in a deep sleep.

Then, after working in the dark for a long time, the silver-haired god of death, who was rarely free, suddenly remembered that there was such a soul before.

Thinking of this incident, the silver-haired god of death came to the underworld for the first time, and found that the plan for the underworld was basically completed when he didn't notice it at all.

"When..." Thanadus, who appeared above the eucalyptus tree he had planted before, was startled by the sight in front of him: When did this waterfall... appear...

When I descended to the same height as the eucalyptus tree, I reached out to touch the leaves growing on it, and a strange feeling crossed my heart.

"what?"

The silver-haired god of death couldn't help blinking when he noticed that the function of the eucalyptus had changed dramatically.

Is that all right...

Just as the silver-haired god of death was floating there, thinking wildly, a tall figure in the distance gradually approached.

"Huh?" Sensing someone approaching, the silver-haired Grim Reaper looked back, and an unfamiliar person (?) appeared in front of him, "Who are you?"

It looks like a humanoid Komaki.

"...See Lord Thanadus, the god of death, and his subordinate is the noble star Griffin Minos."

The one who hurried over was Minos, the son of Zeus who had been repaired at some time, the former king of Crete, and now the fighter of the heavenly star and the underworld, who also served as the judge of the underworld.

"Ah, it's you..." The person (?) in front of me is very different from when I just brought him back to the underworld. The silver-haired god of death, who I didn't recognize for a while, is reminded by someone (?) Then I remembered the guy who died so badly.

"It's been repaired..." Looking up and down Minos who was kneeling in front of him, the silver-haired god of death, who found that the restoration was quite good, praised the craftsmanship of Radamantis.

The silver-haired god of death with rough nerves didn't notice the power belonging to Hades in the soul of Minos at all.

The former king of Crete, who was constantly being scrutinized, also felt very uncomfortable, but he also knew that the god in front of him was not something he could disrespect.

"By the way, what are you here for?" The silver-haired god of death raised his eyebrows and stared at a certain silver-haired ancient herd.

"...Yes, Tianmengxing told his subordinates that the adults might want to visit the current planning situation of the underworld, so the subordinates came to guide the adults."

"Hmm..." Although he knew that he could see the whole picture of the underworld as long as he released his consciousness, Thanadus, who was interested in Minos' words, decided to use this to pass the time.

The silver-haired god of death, who had made up his mind, pulled a certain silver-haired ancient herd to the gate of hell without saying a word. The silver-haired god of death looked up at the gate of hell, which was a little different from the original one.

"Huh?" Thanadus, who looked at the words engraved on the top of the gate, tilted his head word by word, ""Those who enter this gate must give up all hope"? "

"Yes, it was written by Lord Hades himself." Minos, who was standing respectfully behind Thanadus, felt like laughing.

Can you imagine a child who is only 12 or 3 years old standing in front of the huge gate of hell trying to look up at the top text?

It looks so cute

Thanadus, who has no sense of human thought at all, walked directly to the bank of the Acharon River after watching the gates of hell.

"Ah, brother Charon." Seeing the familiar god, the silver-haired god of death ran over happily, and then looked at the dark clothes worn by a certain river crossing god with a strange expression, "Brother Charon, what are you wearing... ..."

"Mingyi, how do you feel?" The Styx God who didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him showed the silver-haired death god who rolled his eyes.

"Brother Charon, the longer you live, the more you go back, do you know..." The silver-haired Reaper, who felt bad about a brother who surrendered to become a fighter of the underworld, complained directly.

"Smelly brat, take care, this is divine consciousness, divine consciousness, but it's just for the occasion." Said Styx Crossing God who gave a shudder unceremoniously.

"... But that would be a waste of value..." The silver-haired Reaper, who covered the place where he was beaten and didn't think he was wrong at all, used a tearful attack.

"...Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?" The heart of Styx Crossing God, who was hit head-on by the tearful attack, quickly softened into water, "Come on, get on the boat, and I will take you there."

"Brother Charon, I can fly there myself..."

"Come up if I tell you to come up!" The God of Styx, who had been dismantled again and again, dragged a completely unconscious silver-haired god of death onto the boat in annoyance.

"Wow!" The silver-haired god of death puffed up his cheeks in displeasure after being treated rudely.

"Let's start the boat." The Styx Ferry God, who didn't care about the displeasure of a certain silver-haired dumpling, yelled loudly, and then started to cross the Acharon River with the boat.

While rowing, he sang ugly out-of-key songs.

"...Brother Charon, it's hard to hear, don't sing anymore..." The silver-haired God of Death covered his ears with a look of disgust.

When you first started learning the lyre, the tunes played were even worse, okay? !

Styx River Crossing God, who stopped singing, complained about it with dead fish eyes.

"Okay, we're here." The Styx Ferryman waved the oars in his hands as he moored the boat to the shore where he had arrived at some time, signaling to the two (?) that they could get off the boat.

"Wow, Brother Charon is so dangerous." The silver-haired god of death, who had settled on the ground on the shore, complained as he skipped over Charon's wildly waving oars.

"You're the one talking nonsense!" Charon, who suddenly approached and pinched Thanadus's small nose, quickly retreated to the boat, and then, regardless of what the silver-haired god of death complained behind, he propped the boat and disappeared into the vast and boundless Acre On the Rong River.

The former king of Crete, who had seen the relationship between the underworld gods for the first time, followed the steps of the silver-haired god of death in a daze, and stepped into the trial court of the first prison.

"Master Thanadus, I will wait here to judge the soul, and then put the soul into various prisons for punishment according to the various sins committed by the soul."

Minos, who walked a few steps ahead to open the door of the Judgment Chamber, introduced it like this.

"Oh." The silver-haired god of death, who was obviously not very emotional about such things, suddenly felt that he had no interest, and waved to the former King of Crete who was following behind him, signaling him what to do.

The silver-haired Reaper, who walked out of the Hall of Judgment and flew straight up, quickly passed through the hells with a clear division of labor.

And by the time he saw the last judge, decades had passed.

"It's all here..." Looking at the slate at hand, the silver-haired death god who found that he had basically completed the personnel of the Pluto army without doing much work, sighed with emotion at Radamantis' work efficiency.

It's great to have such a capable subordinate.

A certain silver-haired dumpling whose essence is laziness rolled happily on the big bed in his temple, without even noticing that someone (?) came in.

"Uncle Thanadus~~~"

A phantom who swooped and sneaked into the Temple of Death happily hugged a rolling silver ball.

"Ah, Phantasus!" The silver-haired god of death who was thrown straight at him called out, and then began to struggle hard, (to maintain his majesty as an elder [Is there such a thing...]), "Here I let go, Phantasus."

"No, uncle, it's so comfortable to hold~~~" The illusionist who didn't intend to let go at all also rubbed it, and rubbed it again.

"Phantasos!" The irritable silver-haired god of death puffed up his cheeks habitually.

"Ah, it's so cute." Phantasos, who couldn't help poking at the puffed cheeks of Death God, did as she wanted.

"Huntasos ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ah, let's stop making trouble..." Seeing that his brother-in-law had already started blowing his hair, the Illusionist jumped out of the big bed and smiled slightly at the silver-haired god of death who was still scratching his hair. Bowing, she began her original purpose solemnly, "Master Thanadus, God of Death, everything is ready."

Then, she successfully harvested a dazed silver-haired little Reaper, and happily shared it with her brothers.

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Finally, it's almost... Tired...