Ariel and Damien couldn't convince Joyce otherwise.
Joyce was adamant that she wasn't affected by that plant anymore and that she would be okay hereon forth.
"Fine! Don't blame us if your soul gets sucked into that capsule and you turn into a ghost or something," Ariel sighed in defeat and went and sat down on the sofa.
"Don't worry, Ary. I won't blame you even if I happen to die." Joyce smiled and instantly busied herself with studying the runes that were carved on the wooden capsule.
"I bet you'll come down to Hell to torture me even after your death," Damien sneered at Joyce and he also walked towards the sofa to sit down beside Ariel.
Joyce chuckled and replied while caressing her finger on one of the runes, "Now that you've said it, I will make sure to come down there. I would love to visit your mansion. And of course, hover around you 24/7."
"Whatever," Damien sighed.
