Reincarnation Monarch

"... ask Signus... okay, I'll ask you plenty later. But Bishop Lennon. There is a mountain to ask your lord. Tell me. Are you going on a journey to hell without knowing anything about it? What's the reason? Why do you want to go to hell?

Lennon gently shrugged his shoulder to Shester's piercing and sharp inquiry.

"Well... there's not much I can tell you, but I dare say just one thing... is it a request from someone..."

"... one of you?... Who's that? I don't suppose you can answer me if I ask...

"Yeah, I'm not gonna give you your name."

"Okay. That would be good. But what I don't know is, why do you want me to take you to us? Isn't there no more reason to keep us alive than to get dragon tears?

Then Lennon blushed his shoulder once again lightly.

"... right. Well, is that what it's all about..."

Chester's eyes glowed brilliantly at the way he answered too badly.

"... you got something? I don't know what that is, but why keep us alive?

"... nothing in particular. It's only going to be..."

"No, there's something. There's a reason you have to keep us alive... what? What the hell do you want us to do in hell?

Shester was once silent there, sinking deeply into the sea of thought.

(... what? What's keeping us alive? What can we do in hell... what kind of sacrifice? Like a personal confession, but do you suppose he will summon the devil? Damn! I can't imagine it at all. I don't even know if there really is hell or something in the first place... what a development. Not very much, but this is completely out of my comprehension...)

"... well wait here for now. We will be leaving shortly..."

Lennon said so and turned his heel back, trying to walk away from before the Chesters.

But Chester called it off.

"Wait! We're not done talking yet, are we?

Then Lennon stopped and looked back, largely.

"I want you to make no mistake. It is not up to you to decide the end of the conversation. Because you are still our prisoner."

Lennon said that in a mockery mix and turned his heel back.

And he departed from before the Chesters in a very gentle foothold.

Shester chewed his umbilicus with regret and leaked his tongue with a long thought.