Chapter 74 : Stressed Soul Collectors

Somewhere near the edge of the Dead Forest, a cloaked female with a skull mask was there as she leant on the trunk of one of the many trees. Placed leaning against the same tree was a plain scythe that belonged to the seemingly slacking reapress. She held a cigarette in her hand as she seemed to be awaiting someone while her other hand that held something was hidden under her cloak. Pretty soon, she grew restless and she took a huge inhale of the cancerous stick and puffed out clouds of smoke. She then dropped the cigarette on the dirt ground and stomp on it to extinguish the amber.

"Tch! Where the heck is that stupid reapress?! Just because she has a title and is the 'scary Silver Reapress' doesn't give her the rights to be so rude! It's so late and it's so cold! That egoistic bitch! She better get here soon or else I'm going t-"

"You are going to what?" the reapress jumped up and gave a small yelp as a chilling voice sounded beside her.