"What are you smiling about?" Rias asked the Immoral. He had been a little taken aback by the sudden change in Fulgardt's expression. Hadn't he been depressed just now?
"Nothing you'd understand," replied Fulgardt. "In any case, my labyrinth isn't an option indeed. I designed it too competently. Even time travel will not reverse the solid grip that Null Life brat has on it. Curse my brilliance."
"I see," said Rias and he went back to relaxing – as much as one could when resting their back against the trunk of a tree. "That time limit you imposed on him to bar him from doing anything to that thing in your labyrinth has already passed, hasn't it? Aren't you afraid that he is going to rush into the labyrinth and do as he pleases? It is your weakness, right?"
Fulgardt was silent for a few moments.
