"Evelyn, have you considered living in the Dragon Tomb?" the Negation Demon asked, sitting in a chair with his fingers interlaced, addressing the White-haired Lolita across the table, "In the outer world, you will be constantly corrected by the world, rapidly approaching death."
The White-haired Lolita was puzzled: "Corrected by the world?"
"Yes," the Negation Demon answered, "I negate your death, which is against the order of life and death set by the God of Omniscience."
The White-haired Lolita fell into silence.
She certainly did not want to stay in the gloomy Dragon Tomb, although being buried there is something the normal Dragon Clan longs for.
But she still yearned for the splendors of the outside world.
"Don't look so conflicted." The Negation Demon smiled, lowering his crossed arms, giving the White-haired Lolita a gentle smile, "Didn't that man say he would reclaim your soul from Hell?"
He rose, leaning on the chair's armrests.