Chapter 602: Is This Death?

Loren was stunned, he had never seen Anna like this before.

Last time Loren died, Anna was not present at all, so this time when someone tried to kill Loren, it directly triggered Anna's stress response.

"Anna, she is Death!"

Loren warned in time, but Anna still launched her attack without any regard.

"No one... no one can hurt the one I love!"

Anna exploded with force, sending Death's scythe flying away.

This scene left Loren dumbfounded, Death's combat power was terrifying, and yet Anna could actually overpower Death in terms of strength, even the Orthodox Gods might not be able to do that.

Even Death herself did not expect it, she stared blankly in the direction her scythe had flown, to the point that she ignored Anna, and was subsequently kicked in the chest by Anna.

In that instant, Loren felt like he heard an explosion, the wall was instantly shattered by Death as she flew backward, bouncing along the road like a skipping stone, only stopping after smashing through a large tree.

"You really have raised a mad dog."

Death stood up and brushed the dust off herself, the scythe that had been knocked away dissipated, then returned to Death's hand.

Before Loren could say anything, Anna hurled the Abyssal Hunt from her hand, the flying harpoon tore through the air, producing a piercing whistle.

The weight of the released Abyssal Hunt was absolutely terrifying, carrying an unstoppable momentum, its oppressive pressure could be felt even before it landed.

"How terrifying..."

Death did not try to catch it head-on, she vanished from the spot before the Abyssal Hunt could land on her.

Only after Death disappeared did Anna begin gasping for breath, that attack had truly used all her strength.

"Anna..."

Loren quickly caught Anna in his arms, the way she had just acted had definitely scared Loren, but Loren was mostly filled with worry.

"Master Mentor..."

Anna turned her head to look at Loren, showing a smile.

"You don't need to be so tense, she is Death, she's technically one of my people...

"Although she says she wants to kill me, in all likelihood she won't actually make a real move against me..."

Loren comforted her, Anna had indeed experienced a stress response this time, there was no killing intent in Death's blade.

Every time she came to find Loren, she arrived while Loren was awake, she would even wait for Loren to see her before making a move.

"I dare not gamble, if there is even a one in ten thousand chance she could hurt you, I will kill her entire family."

As she spoke, Anna released a surge of killing intent, the air around them turned noticeably colder.

"It's fine now, let's pack up and leave, we can't stay here any longer."

Loren let out a sigh, took out a small pouch of money, he planned to compensate for the repair costs.

They had caused such a huge commotion, the people on the street had long since disappeared.

Being cowardly about their own lives, the moment they sensed danger they had hidden back in their homes, not even daring to show their faces.

In the end, Loren led everyone back onto the road home, since they were heading in the direction of their home, they did not spread the nursery rhyme along the way.

Just like before, Loren directly conjured a basket, carrying everyone as they flew toward home.

Finally, Loren returned home before nightfall.

At this time, the house was still completely empty, no one had returned yet.

But Loren did not feel too disappointed, they had only just started spreading the nursery rhyme, there was no way witches would return this quickly.

"Please wait a moment, I will go make dinner."

The moment they returned home, Mirrorheart walked into the Kitchen, everyone was hungry now.

"Let me help you."

Loren planned to cook together with Mirrorheart, but was stopped by her:

"No need, I can handle it myself, go keep Anna company, she seems to be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder right now."

"Does this world even have that disease?"

The High-Ranking Members of this world never cared about the psychological state of those at the bottom, even if someone truly developed post-traumatic stress disorder, they would not do anything about it.

If a soldier got sick, they would just wait to die and be replaced by someone else, there was no need to care about a soldier's mental health.

But Loren did not think too deeply about it, Mirrorheart was not an ordinary person to begin with, she might not even be from this world, so it was normal for her to know more.

"Master Mentor... who exactly is that Death?

"If she really is one of your people, then the moment she met you she should have been taking off her clothes, not raising a weapon."

When Loren sat down next to Anna, Anna suddenly spoke up and asked.

"This situation is a bit complicated..."

After organizing his words for a moment, Loren finally spoke:

"I am the Perpetual Observer, you know that, right?"

Anna nodded, her pink eyes fixed on Loren, waiting for him to continue.

"All those Tarot cards were created by me, that's why I've been trying to gather them all, doing so will allow me to reclaim part of my power.

"And that Death, she was transformed from the Death Card."

"Is that so? Then why did she make a move against you?"

Hearing Loren's explanation, Anna felt somewhat reassured.

"After becoming Death, she has her own mission, she hunts down those who should have died but did not, and I fall within that scope.

"After all, I was supposed to be killed by the God of Light and Fire, but I still came back to life.

"Her mission is to kill me, but she herself does not want to kill me, after all, I am still her master."

Hearing this, Anna nodded with vague understanding.

"What you said is very correct."

At the same time, Death beside them also nodded, acknowledging Loren's words.

"Death?!"

Upon seeing that face, Anna immediately jumped up, tightly gripping her scythe in her hand.

But this time she did not strike first, she already knew Death's background, she knew Death most likely would not harm Loren.

But even so, she remained highly vigilant.

"Just come up with any excuse, so I can let you off."

Since Loren had already spoken so directly, Death could not be bothered to keep up the act any longer.

"..."

Death was so direct about it, Loren found himself unable to think of a good excuse.

"How about this, give me one of your shoes."

"Very well, Master."

Death sat down next to Loren, lifted the hem of her black robe, took off her tall boot, revealing her small foot beneath.

Barefoot, Death was not wearing any socks at all.

"Don't you get smelly from not wearing socks?"

"I'm not human, I don't sweat, so I have no odor."

"Alright."

Loren could not be bothered to verify, he simply tossed Death's tall boot out the window.

"There, now you have no shoes, it's inconvenient for you to walk, so you can't hunt me down anymore."

At this moment, Loren suddenly had a strange feeling, Death looked just like a little girl, which made Loren feel like he was bullying her.

"Fine."

Death lifted one foot, hopping toward the door on one leg.

"Is this really Death?"

At this moment, Anna was starting to doubt Death's identity, and just then, Death stepped on the hem of her black robe and fell flat on her face.

"Probably, there aren't any other Deaths around..."

Loren went over to help Death up, Death thanked Loren, then continued hopping toward the door.