The Empress actually has warmth!
Here, Julius Reed probably got a sense of something.
The gods have no warmth.
They have no physical form, just cold consciousness.
After all, when a person dies, there's no warmth.
Gods can be compared to people who have lost their bodies.
But the Empress has warmth on her body.
A gentle and soft warmth.
"So, I wasn't lying to you, was I?" The Empress let out a silvery laugh, "Boy, would you have known if you didn't touch?"
"Are you really human?" Julius Reed was still doubtful, suddenly realizing that the Empress didn't seem to have shackles on her hands.
"You really are human!"
Julius Reed pulled up her sleeve and touched her wrist.
No shackles!
Just like himself.
"That's right. I'm human." The Empress laughed even more joyfully, "So, are you disappointed? That nothing happened with a goddess? That you finally found out I'm just a woman?"
