He spouted nonsense without a second thought, pinning the origin of the Source of Death on the Gatekeeper of the Undead World and those Undead Creatures with the "Deadpool" status.
'Since this supposedly great Master of True Slaughter can steal two realms, if he learned of the Realm of Death and the existence of Death God Olanir, would he just leave them be?'
'But if that happened, what would become of a Little Mage like him, who could sneak into the Realm of Death at any time... Even a fool could guess.'
"The Guardian of the Undead World... Veraute?"
The face's mouth opened and closed. The dark clouds split apart, revealing the red moon above. Bathed in its crimson glow, the mouth closed once more, its lips merely murmuring, "A special status for an Undead Creature, 'Deadpool'? To think he would be Yanis..."
'Yanis?'
'The Death Master?'
"Great Master of True Slaughter, you know of Veraute and the Death Master?"
