Mass is not proportional to volume. A girl as small as a violet… A girl who flutters like a flower petal… pulls me with more force than that of the Earth. Just then, like Newton's apple, I rolled and fell on her helplessly… with a thump. With a thump, thump.
What will you do about my third wish then? Part-time job, my aunt, and a boyfriend. A boyfriend. That won't ever happen in your life. Don't get your hopes up. Why not? Because I don't want it to happen. What kind of reason is that? Do you like me? No.
Did I... I'm asking this just in case. Did I die? Is this the road to the afterlife? It's a country road. And we just saved you. Then will you kill me now? Was I captured alive? [Grim Reaper and Goblin are talking mentally] I'm curious. When will we hear her thank us for saving her life? Calm down. We're with a 19-year-old girl who is still angry.
Let's run away first. I know a way. This way. It's okay, just stay here. He won't be able to take you. He's been looking for me for ten years. Still. It doesn't matter if he's been looking for you for 100 years. No Grim Reaper can take a girl who wants to marry a Goblin. Especially not on his watch.
Are you busy? Yes, I'm busy. Then come with me. Stay close, but not too close. It had better be important enough to stay close, or you're dead. That's what I'm trying to check. Whether I will be able to die. What is he talking about?
At first, I thought you were the Grim Reaper. However, if you were so, you would have taken me already. After that, I thought you were a ghost. However, I noticed your shadow. So I thought it over a little bit. «What is that man?» So what am I? A Goblin. Are you a Goblin by any chance? What are you?... It's awkward to say this myself, but I'm the Goblin's bride.