Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"Yucay, you have talked too much today," the Lord of Darkness interrupted Yucay.
The Saintess of Darkness suddenly turned around and looked at the Lord of Darkness. "Do you feel scared, too?"
"I have no fear," the Lord of Darkness refuted her.
"But you don't want me to tell these people who are about to leave the Dark Plane certain things. You never want the world to know your ambitions, even when countless people are still praying to you and grieving over your death," the Saintess of Darkness said. She seemed to be accusing the Lord of Darkness.
"Your words won't reach my inner being. I'm just a chess player," the Lord of Darkness said calmly.
"You have countless clones, each representing a part of your nature. You might be able to control your clones in the living world, but the rest of them are galloping everywhere in the Dark Plane like wild horses!" the Saintess of Darkness rebuked him.
