[Morvane was truly confused. As far as he remembered, he only asked you to kill a hundred million mortal lives.]
[However, Morvane was a smart man, so he immediately understood your implications.]
{Morvane: I see… A hundred million or a billion wouldn't make any difference. Either way, we'll offend the entire Angel of Death Race. In a way, it will benefit us if we do the latter and collect more mortal souls.}
{Morvane: If I'm not mistaken, you used your Death Papyrus to collect those 1.1 billion mortal souls, right?}
{Zayne: Precisely. According to our agreement, you'll have a hundred million mortal souls. So, I gave you no less than that, and it's exactly a hundred million mortal souls.}
{Morvane: That's fine. As long as the mortal souls are in hand, I'll find a way to make a greater contribution to the Zenith Train Crew and redeem those mortal souls for my own use.}
