Elicia's Grim Reaper

"Your Majesty Hades, I can't do it..."

After being imprisoned for 10 years and finally returning to the underworld to start working again, the god of death is completely depressed. He has a lot of work, 24 hours a day and 25 hours a day. If this continues, will there be a "death" god...

"..." Looking at the silver-haired Grim Reaper who had slumped on the table without moving for a long time, the King of the Underworld, who was still approving documents, couldn't help but frowned.

"Why are there so many souls lingering in the world... Some of them are already incomplete... It will take a lot of time and energy to complete..." The silver-haired god of death, who was lying on the desk and pretending to be dead, pointed his finger aggrievedly: Go on like this I have used too much divine power, and there is no extra to grow taller...

After such a long time, he has not been able to grow 1 centimeter taller... QAQ "..." Looking at the silver-haired god of death who was crying and not even moving, the king of the underworld who watched him silently for a long time finally couldn't help it Yes, "Thanadus."

"...Yes?" Turning her head tearfully

"...cough," Hades, who was hit by a tearful attack and suffered 9999999 critical damage, coughed in embarrassment, suppressing the blush on his face, "Deep in Tartaros, all monsters The father, Typhon, has a daughter of the hell demon butterfly, you can go and see."

"Huh?" The silver-haired god of death who didn't expect to mention that was stunned unconsciously, then jumped off the table with tears (?) in his eyes, and knelt down on one knee in front of the king of the underworld to thank Dade (?), "Thank you very much, Your Majesty Hades." After finishing speaking, before the thanked King of the Underworld had any reaction, he disappeared in a flash.

Travel across the vast lands of the underworld, through the star-studded hyperdimensions, and into the abyss of Tartarus.

"Uncle Tartarus?" The little silver head stretched out, looking at the darkness in front of him that could not be penetrated by any light.

"... Thanadus, why are you here?" Since his little nephew (or nephew) officially received the priesthood and started working, Tartarus, who had rarely seen him, slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Is Typhon here?" The silver-haired god of death, who said that he missed his uncle for a long time, ran over and hugged his thigh unceremoniously.

"Typhon? He's here." Although he knew that the silver-haired god of death in front of him had a good time with Typhon in the past, but the two hadn't seen each other for a long time because of the difference in level. "Why do you want to find him all of a sudden?"

"Does Uncle Tartarus know that I was locked up by a bastard recently?" The silver-haired god of death, who was not at all ashamed, raised his head to reveal his shortcomings.

"I was locked up..." Tartarus, who obviously didn't pay much attention to outside information, was stunned for a moment, then looked at the little guy in front of him with concern, "Is there no injury?"

"Well, that guy didn't dare to touch me." I didn't expect that my "unscathed" was because of my deceptive appearance. become free."

"That's good..." Tartaros, who was slightly relieved, suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant. If something happened to Thanadus, Nix would definitely not be able to sit still, and he would definitely be dragged out. , of course it's all right.

Thinking of this, Tartaros felt relieved and pointed to a certain direction in the darkness, "Typhon has been very energetic recently, over there, you can go find him."

"Thank you, Uncle Tartarus!" The silver-haired god of death, who gave a super bright smile without hesitation, let go of his hands and ran towards the direction Tartarus pointed without any hesitation.

"...What a ruthless child..." The sudden loss of touch on the legs made a Chuang|Shishen uncontrollably feel a little lost, but after all, he was the child he had seen growing up since he was a child. Clearly, competing with him is simply making yourself guilty.

Tartarus, who comforted himself, shook his head, and his figure with a slight smile gradually disappeared into the eternal darkness.

"Tifeng~~" After walking for a long time, the silver-haired god of death, who felt that he was almost finished, began to look around.

"..."

"Typhon?" The silver-haired god of death wrinkled his nose unconsciously, feeling that he had sensed Typhon's breath.

"...I'm here." A long while later, a murmuring voice came from above Thanadus' head.

"Huh?" The silver-haired god of death who heard the voice unconsciously raised his head and began to look up, but he kept looking up until he couldn't stand up and couldn't see Typhon's head.

"Hmm..." After thinking about it, I knew that I should be the silver-haired god of death who had passed by. He stood up and rubbed his aching buttocks and head, and started to back up the same way. After walking for a long time, he finally saw To one of Typhon's heads.

"Typhon, you've grown bigger again..."

"..." After hearing the words of the silver-haired god of death, who seemed to have endless resentment, the father of all monsters, who was in a cold sweat, felt super regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have grown so big...

This time, he offended this small, narrow-minded god of death...

"Hmm..." I wanted to lose my temper, but I thought I was begging for help... The silver-haired god of death, who was begging for blame, puffed up his cheeks for a while as usual, and then "magnanimously" let the huge man with countless The father of all monsters for descendants.

"Typhon, His Majesty Hades said that you have a daughter of the Hell Demon Butterfly. When was it true?"

"Ah, you're talking about Patrouda?" Typhon, who knew who Thanadus was talking about immediately told Thanadus the name of his daughter.

"Patruda?" The silver-haired god of death who repeated the name blinked his big silver eyes, and raised his small mouth slightly, "Lend her to me."

"Yes... yes?" The father of all monsters who obediently agreed suddenly felt that his ears were not enough, "Borrow?"

"Well, I have Orthos now, so I don't need another pet," the silver-haired god of death nodded solemnly, "Patruda can do me a big favor, and I will give you one when the matter is over." It's a big gift."

"Uh... I don't need the big gift, can you agree to my request?" The father of all monsters stammered and felt that it would be better for him to make a request first. After all, this person in front of him is the god of death. It would be meaningless if "death" came and returned the gift.

(PS: Thanadus has done this before)

"Okay." The silver-haired god of death was in a very good mood when he thought that he would be free immediately, so he would agree to anything at this time, as long as he could do it.

"Please let Patroda live." The huge, terrifying father of monsters looked at the petite banshee who followed his call with a loving look, "Her body She's too fragile, and her life is too short. It took me a lot of effort to make her live until now, so..."

"Hmm..." Looking at Patloda, who is in the form of a human girl with a pair of colorful and extremely beautiful scale wings on her back, the silver-haired god of death who agreed after thinking about it went forward and took her by the hand. hand, "Then I'll take her away."

The implication is to agree.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency Death." The father of all monsters bowed his middle head very respectfully and sent away the silver-haired Death who took away one of his most beloved daughters.

The silver-haired Grim Reaper who walked out of the depths with Patronda greeted Tartarus, who hadn't shown his body, and then went straight back to his residence in the underworld. Under the surprised eyes of all the Nymphs who served on the left and right, Yinmao Tuanzi dragged the delicate and weak Hell Demon Butterfly into a room and didn't show up for several days.

In the casual chatting of the nymphs served by Elysee, the members of the entire underworld knew that Thanadus, the god of death in charge of death, had not come out of the room with a banshee for several days.

Just when the gods of the underworld who heard the news were going to watch a good show, the silver-haired god of death, who had locked himself up for several days, came out.

With the tool that was cultivated successfully with great difficulty - the butterfly.

"Huh? Brother Moros, sister Eris, what are you all doing?" The silver-haired god of death who had just happily ran out of the room to try it out saw the gods of the underworld who were planning to come to watch.

"Uh..." I couldn't even say that I was the god of the underworld who came to the theater. They all looked at the sky and the ground, but they didn't have the spirit to answer Thanadus' question directly.

"Hmm..." The silver-haired Reaper puffed up his cheeks feeling unhappy, but he chose to give up after a while.

If you have time to get angry with this group of guys, you might as well try to see if this butterfly can play the function he wants.

The silver-haired god of death, who glanced at his group of unscrupulous brothers and sisters, left the underworld without looking back while holding the freshly baked underworld butterfly, leaving this group of idle guys to eat "ashes" here.

After thinking about it, he chose a small village with a relatively small workload, and the silver-haired god of death who had approved the cloak carefully released the butterfly in his hand.

The pure black ghost butterfly, flashing a color different from that of the demon butterfly from hell, slowly dances on the ground of the world. As if attracted by the beautiful black color of the butterfly, the dead soul slowly moves closer to the butterfly, and then is attracted by the butterfly. The butterfly with guiding function is inhaled into the body, waiting to be taken into the underworld.

"Long live~~~Success~~~~"

Seeing the results of his hard work for several days, the silver-haired Reaper jumped up happily.

"Tanadus?" The God of Sleep, who just passed by here, stopped and looked at the silver-haired God of Death who was cheering in mid-air with some doubts.

"Hibers~~~" Seeing the silver-haired death that hangs on his Nissan habitually, he sent the butterfly in his hand to Hypnos, "Look, look, it's the butterfly~~ You can help me with my work in the future~~"

"I finally don't have to work overtime every day until I die..."

"..." Hypnos, instinctively catching the silver-haired god of death, took a closer look at the shining pure black butterfly that was sent to him, and then sent his heartfelt congratulations to the excited silver-haired god of death , "Congratulations, Tani."

"Hey hey hey..." The silver-haired Grim Reaper, who was still immersed in excitement, happily hugged his Nissan, smiling like a fool, "By the way, Hibs, when are you coming back?"

Looking at his Nissan, the silver-haired Grim Reaper suddenly remembered this question, quietly looking at the blond Sleeping Grim Reaper, who was looking at him with a gentle smile.

Hearing Thanadus' question, the blond Sleeping God froze for a moment, then smiled and took the silver-haired Death into his arms, and whispered in a whisper, "Soon...soon..."

The author has something to say:

Taniko can escape from the heavy work and ascend to heaven~~Scattering flowers~~~