Fuck you, God of Death!

The war against the White Star was finally over, Cale with his own eyes saw that Bastard lying lifeless on the ground or so he thought.

"What the hell?!" Cale shouted loudly, the door to his room was immediately banged loudly by the Butler, Ron.

"Young Master-!" Ron blinked, in front of him was clearly his young master even though he looked much younger but that wasn't the case.

"Ron! what exactly happened?!" Ron calmed himself.

"I apologize, I just woke up this morning myself. Let this old Ron look for information first Young master- ah I mean Young Lady." Cale groaned.

'I will kill that god of death!'