"I know," said Jeoseungsaja, looking relaxed after what happened. He even seemed happy, enjoying a glass of chamomile tea and a piece of egg tart. Jeoseungsaja seemed indifferent to death. When humans think of death as terrible, yet not with the reaper. "Whoa … I can't really say I saw him. How at times he seems relaxed. Someone's dead, but he's sitting around enjoying a cup of tea? Seriously?!" murmured Anna, who could not understand the figure of an angel of death. "Let it go. You just can't understand and you don't have to try to understand it," Howl said, trying to calm Anna, who may soon attack Jeoseungsaja if she doesn't act. Anna could only breathe—holding her patience at the end of her head that gave off white smoke. Right now he's burdened with guilt about the death of someone she could have prevented. But death is inevitable until she unknowingly vents her anger on others. "Why are you so angry? Do you know the woman?" asked Jeoseungsaja while putting the cup back on the
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