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Emily asked.

"She's dead, I'm certain of it,"

Jason pointed at the body at his feet.

"Of course."

"But, we are witches."

"And Lady Jennifer is among the best of the witches."

"Death, for ordinary people, is terrifying."

"But for Lady Jennifer, it's routine."

As Emily said this, she carried a sense of unexplainable pride and self-importance.

This pride was founded on Jennifer leading them, who originally belonged to the edge of the 'Mystical Side,' to firmly establish themselves within the 'Mystical Side,' becoming people whom others dared not to underestimate and feared greatly.

Every witch took pride in being under the command of a 'Witch' Lady.

Emily was no exception.

Thus, her curiosity about Jason, whom the 'Witch' Lady had personally instructed, grew even more.

But knowing what could be done and what couldn't, Emily very well concealed such curiosity.

'Immortal,' huh?

Jason pondered.

He was immortal too.

The other party's 'immortality' and his 'Undying Body' were clearly two different concepts.

His 'Undying Body' was more direct.

And the other's?

"Is this a substitute?"

Jason guessed.

"No, no, no!"

"She is Lady Jennifer."

"I can assure you, Lady Jennifer is indeed dead,"

Emily shook her head and then, under Jason's puzzled gaze, explained.

"Her body has died completely."

"Her soul has also gone to the Land of the Dead."

"According to common belief, Lady Jennifer is as dead as one can be!"

"But..."

"The dead will be resurrected!"

Emily said this while watching Jason.

She now really wanted to remove Jason's mask to see what kind of expression he would have upon hearing that Lady Jennifer would be resurrected.

Surprise?

Incredulity?

Or... fear?

Thinking so, Emily, maintaining some witch habits, showed a mischievous flicker in her eyes as if she had just thought of something, and she lightly clapped her hands.

Clap!

"Oh, right, Lady Jennifer said that when she returns from the Land of the Dead, she would come to see you... in a form beyond your imagination,"

After the crisp clap, Emily raised her broom preparing to leave without another word.

"Wait!"

Jason called out to stop her, and in her turning gaze, he pointed at the body on the ground, the implication clearer than words.

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"Throw it here to rot."

"Or bury it, burn it, whatever you want."

"Of course, if you wish to keep it, that's also fine,"

After leaving such words, Emily didn't stay any longer and vanished into the sky.

Jason lowered his head to look at Jennifer's body, his tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxing.

"Returning from the Land of the Dead?"

"Die eleven times in front of me?"

"Settle my debt?"

Jason whispered, then, with a raise of his hand.

Whoosh!

A conical flame devoured Jennifer's corpse.

Then, almost instinctively, Jason cast another [Protection Against Evil].

The body showed no anomalies, and under the continuous jet of the [Charles Burning Technique], it was quickly reduced to ashes.

As for collecting?

He was a normal person, devoid of any special fetishes.

After doing all this, Jason continued to follow the direction of the 'food' scent.

No matter what Jennifer had said or done, Jason had no intention of caring about it.

After all, a normal human being cannot understand a madman.

Upon hearing the words conveyed by Emily, Jason had ascertained that Jennifer was indeed a madwoman.

With such confirmation, Jason abandoned any thought of understanding the other's mindset.

You cannot comprehend what a madman wants to do.

So there's no point in trying to guess.

Just respond to moves as they come.

However, deep down, Jason felt a sense of urgency.

He had encountered those entities that made him shiver once again.

Starting with 'Lorde', in every world, he had more or less come into contact with those beings.

Sometimes facing them head-on, welcoming death.

Sometimes catching a fleeting glimpse, welcoming death.

Sometimes hearing a voice, welcoming death.

Death followed like a shadow.

This time was no exception.

He had died as many as eleven times.

But likewise, those entities were also dead.

Jason once more recalled the 'place where he had been'.

The writhing darkness.

That gaze that should have been dead, yet appeared again.

Cold settled at the bottom of his heart.

As if it intended to freeze his body solid.

With several experiences under his belt, Jason quickly cleared his mind, well aware that if he continued to think further, he would indeed 'freeze'.

"Jennifer must have mastered a skill similar to 'fā X', but unlike the 'fā X' I encountered before, which dealt with 'living' entities, hers dealt with 'dead' ones!"

"But if those entities are already dead, can they still respond?"

"Wait a second!"

Jason used his existing experience to discern the differences, and then, a thought struck him hard.

He could resurrect.

Jennifer could too.

Then, why couldn't those terrifying entities?

At this thought, Jason inadvertently thought about some 'Children of God' mentioned in churches.

Taken literally, they were 'Children of a deity walking among men!'

But most of the time, they served only as 'vessels.'

If there was a vessel, could there be a 'return of the soul to the body'?

Although there must be extremely harsh conditions, 'resurrection' was certain.

Furthermore!

There was a world where these terrifying entities lived, beyond every world!