After a moment of silence, Harvey suddenly said: "Igula."
"Hmm?"
"Just thinking about how Ash has unknowingly raced far ahead makes me feel a bit melancholic."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"He's now Seven-winged and might even become Eight-winged soon; doesn't that bother you somewhat?"
"What does that have to do with you?" Igula paused: "Although I do feel fate is somewhat unfair, wishing he would immediately be dismembered and fed to lala fat, then his soul stuffed into lala fat never to ascend—"
Harvey: "Well, isn't that a bit too vexed?"
"But I still hope he becomes the Master of Void Realm, ending this long journey." Igula's eyelids lowered, a slight upward turn at the corner of his mouth: "He deserves a happy ending."
"However, before I ascend to Six-winged in Spiritual Wings, I won't meet him again... I can tolerate anything but having my spiritual realm not surpass his!"
