On the other hand, Micheal had begun to worry deeply about Hell, because it had never happened before that Gandolf failed to contact them for such a long time. Gandolf was one of Lucifer's oldest commanders, and because of that, his way of working was quite traditional—he either spoke personally with all the commanders every single day, or if he assigned a task, he would not rest until a complete report was delivered after its completion. But here, a long time had passed since Micheal and Mercy had last spoken to Gandolf, and yet no word from him—good or bad—had reached them.
"Look, I think the two of us should go back to Hell and check whether everything is fine there or not," Micheal said, looking at Mercy as they sat inside the metro station.
"Everything may be fine, Micheal, but tell me this—what exactly are we doing sitting here at the metro station right now?" Mercy asked, staring at Micheal in confusion.
