"I called you for a moment since I wanted to chat."

"... Is this your real voice?" The voice that had been a slightly high tone instantly became low. This voice was more cold than heavy, similar to his domain.

The God of Death peeked at Cale and cautiously asked at that point. "So, what do you think? Any thoughts about being a saint?"

Cale looked stupefied, "like hell I would."

"O, okay." The God of Death avoided Cale's gaze after, forget.