Kapitel 296: My hands!- Part 3

Barron stared at the hellhound like the other two who were in this rock made room. The hellhound at the mention of the twelfth Grim reaper appeared to close its mouth and looked at Greed who was the one who had picked up the name. 

"Guilt?" asked Baltimore from behind who was stuck in the cell with no way to get out of it, "That reaper has been dead for eons now."

The other two reapers didn't bother to answer, but Barron took himself to speak to Greed, "Are you sure about it?" he didn't want it to be torn into pieces by this hellhound. Though the hellhounds were creatures who Grim reapers and the other creatures were accustomed to, anyone could tell by the looks of the creature that it was no low tier mutt of the dead. It had gold eyes that looked like lights of fire and also black fumes that covered around it like fur on its body.