"Consider him an unlucky guy, but it seems he had quite a bit of luck after his death." After watching Riddle's memories, the "Priestess" turned to Ian and remarked with a tone of emotion.
Her words could be considered as vouching for Riddle. After speaking, the Goddess tossed Riddle's head back as if disposing of garbage.
However, it did not attach back to Riddle's body but fell onto the ground in front of Riddle's body. Perhaps out of a sense of malicious amusement, she watched with interest as Riddle searched the ground for his head.
"Became a so-called angel, a return of the dead?" Ian frowned with a look of surprise; he never expected Riddle to end up being an honest child.
This perhaps also indicated that Riddle truly encountered a problem that was fundamentally unsolvable.
"I'd prefer to call it a stroke of luck. As is well known, the God of Death is unlike any other gods that everyone knows, not even Hela or Hades dare to claim to be the God of Death."
"It is a pure embodiment of laws, and hence doesn't have a need for angels. However, Helbo's soul indeed returned to the living world through the power of the God of Death."
"Once, in the world of the dead, a war broke out, and the God of Death was defeated by the master of the Land of Death and disintegrated. Helbo found a part of the power of the God of Death from back then."
"You can consider this part of the power as a divine law. Of course, Helbo finding this power might have been a setup in the calculations and schemes of the God of Death."
"No one can say for sure about this..."
Facing Ian's inquiry, the "Priestess" didn't act as the Riddler this time, though the amount of information revealed was not much and did not completely unravel the Little Wizard's internal confusion.
"I've heard people talk about the God of Death like this more than once." In Ian's mind, fragments of memories flashed by as he secretly used magic to roll Riddle's head on the ground, watching the "Priestess."
"But if, as you say, the God of Death is an embodiment of rules, then why does he do such things, and also why is he present in the stories about the Three Sacred Artifacts circulating in the human world?"
"Have you also heard the story of the Three Sacred Artifacts and the three brothers in your era?" Ian was somewhat uncertain about this point, having studied the Three Sacred Artifacts but not found specific historical years.
"You're underestimating me. Something that hasn't happened yet doesn't mean I wouldn't know it will happen. As long as I don't look at my endpoint, I can see every tiny event in history."
Taking out some nuts again, the "Priestess" sat in the chair, her tone was light, but what she said made Ian take a few deep looks at her.
"So in that case, you should also know the motivations behind the God of Death's actions?" Ian looked at Riddle's body bumping into walls everywhere, deciding to stop secretly messing around and let the pitiful Riddle be.
"Of course."
The "Priestess" crossed her slender legs and chuckled, "Everyone knows his motivations. Everything he does, all his plans, and every action have only one purpose."
"And that is... to embrace the world, to embrace the Creator, whose existence is unknown." Her word choice was very tactful, yet it still sent a chill down the Little Wizard's spine.
"Boom!"
At that moment.
The thunder's explosion seemed like some kind of warning, suddenly appearing in the sky, yet the sound transmitted deep underground. The previously calm "Priestess" visibly flinched.
"I've been warned."
She was a bit regretful about why she couldn't keep her mouth in check again.
"In any case, Helbo is indeed a trouble, a being of the dead crawled back into this world, still aiming to tap into forbidden domains using disasters and his inherent traits from his theft."
The "Priestess" shifted the topic, speaking with a sense of emotion, but didn't seem to care much.
"You wouldn't allow such a thing to happen, right?" Ian sensed the "Priestess's" attitude and looked towards this being among the Gods with some confusion.
"If it is to happen, then it should happen; no one can stop destiny." However, the "Priestess" shook her head, showing a very indifferent attitude.
Just as the Little Wizard frowned, about to speak.
"I can't put my head back together!"
Finally having found his head and placed it on his neck, but unable to reattach it, Riddle shouted in frustration.
"Click~"
The "Priestess" snapped her fingers.
Riddle's head rejoined seamlessly with his neck.
"Considering the bit of value in your filthy soul." Casting a disdainful glance at Riddle, the "Priestess" turned her gaze back to the contemplative Little Wizard in front of her.
"Of course, if you don't stop him, it's possible Helbo really will change many things." Obviously, this sentence emphasized to Ian the consequences of leaving Helbo unchecked.
Heaven knows why she said it didn't matter earlier and then made such a reminder.
"If Helbo already did such things in history, even if we don't stop him, he probably wouldn't disrupt any future, right?"
"After all, for us, he is part of the past."
Ian was organizing his thoughts.
"If you hadn't come to this era, that would indeed be the case. However, you've come, and even brought him the person he wanted, so this is already creating a new future."