Celene unhesitatingly accepted the knife handed over by her own sister, "Isn't that great? Did you and Dark Sun agree on it?"
Although she's adept at causing chaos, she's still well aware of the little things between the deities.
"Yes, we agreed to let him say it, and Cyric won't expose it." Shaer's tone was flat, as if she and Dark Sun had just exchanged a couple of words rather than having a careful and serious transaction.
But for Celene, this was enough... If it were her, she would take on this big, round pot if it would make her enemy spit blood or even appear in front of her voluntarily.
As long as she could fight back, Celene didn't mind whether she was taking on a gigantic stack of pots.
Perhaps it was also because, although Shaer was plotting in secret, it wasn't aimed at Celene with hostility, so her intuition didn't feel a sense of crisis as long as the reason was plausible—the Maiden of the Moon wouldn't overthink it.
