MAC: “In all my years of being a Grim Reaper, I’ve never met an existence as annoying as you, and hell may freeze and hades dry up it is as I say.”

Fey: “So are you going to heed the call or not?”

MAC: “No? I like my job and don’t want to quit this for a potential generic JRPG style world summoning with me ending up as a shitty mc who grows himself a harem over the course of my conquest.”

Fey: “I never said you will be…”

MAC: “Okay I quote how you appeared in front of me ‘Mortal you have been chosen by the gods of the outer worlds to be summoned to a key world as a hero. Fame, Fortune and woman awaits.’ Quote end. You called out pretty much everything I dislike.”

Fey: “Okay, I may have formulated the sentence a bit wrong but…”

MAC: “You interrupted me while I was harvesting a soul and even called me a mortal. I don’t know who gathers the intelligence at your place, but I’d make a complaint because they suck on a big scale.”

Fey: “Hey!”

MAC: “Seems like family was involved.”

Fey: “How do you…”

MAC: “You got emotional. Now pretty please, get the fuck out of my personal realm, I got work to do and I don’t like piling it up.”

Fey: “But I really need you to become the next hero.”

MAC: “Why?”

Fey: “I’m going to lose a bet with my family that I can’t manage to find a suitable hero for a catastrophe world.”

MAC: “I see, if it’s this way…”

Fey: “You going to help me?”

MAC: “No.”

Fey: “Come on this won’t take a long time, all you need to do is appear in the world kill the bad guy and get back. How hard can this be?”

MAC: “Well I don’t know, let’s think together. I appear in my Grim Reaper form on a probably early renaissance themed world filled with magic, monsters and local gods. Kill off their main reason why they fight together and disappear, leaving the world in utter chaos because of the destruction of the fragile balance that managed to be achieved. What bad could happen?”

Fey: “Well it seems a bit bad if you say it this way…”

MAC: “Just a tiny little bit of one hundred parsec scale. Could you please hold this?”

Fey: “What is this?”

MAC: “Well since I’m sure that you won’t leave for quite some time I’ll make use of you as a paper holder.”

Fey: “Hey!”

MAC: “Hold still, now with this rose in your hair you are also good to look at, like a piece of well-made furniture. Well, time to go back to work. “

Fey: *Cries*

MAC: “There, there don’t cry. Even if you cry I won’t help you as long as my job is this ambience. Now where did I stopped my work?”

Sem: ”I hope I don’t intrude at a bad time?”

MAC: “Oh… please no… “