Everyone looked at Ash, who was sitting on the red leather armchair.
At this moment, Ash was just wearing a dark red overcoat with his legs crossed. He wasn't foolish enough to wear a mask indoors, and underneath the overcoat, he wore pajamas and had slippers hooked on his feet. Compared to the others, he was practically a landslide at the Funeral Service Office.
However, the familiarity in his brows and eyes, matching clothing and equipment, and most importantly, the Gospel Book, which named and shamed, left everyone no choice but to admit that the mysterious and domineering man in the number one portrait on the "Art Chart" was none other than Ash Heath before them!
"Have you really kept the overcoat/mask for over fifty years!?" Igula and Liss exclaimed in unison.
"Cough, cough!" Harvey choked on his smoke and looked bewilderedly at this charming and youthful pair—your focus is so strange that even a Necromancer finds it odd.
