"Desiring the right death?" Ashliya showed a hint of perplexity, unable to comprehend what the man in the white robe above was talking about. Death was the deepest fear in this world, who would yearn for it.
As if he had anticipated this, the Delusional Demon shifted his gaze to his side. Accompanied by a sudden distortion in the air, a mature woman appeared. Her deep blue eyes tenderly met the Delusional Demon's, filled with enviable love.
"She is my wife, and also my delusion," the Delusional Demon stretched out his hand and caressed the woman's cheek next to him, "She isn't really existing, just a puppet manipulated by me."
"Henry, this is enough," the woman raised her hand to grasp the Delusional Demon's, her smile tender yet guilt-ridden, "Even if it's a delusion, it doesn't matter, I will accompany you into the right death."
The nearby Density Demon turned his head away, feeling slightly unable to bear watching the Delusional Demon interact with his imagined wife.
