"Is that so..."
Aztemo murmured, and Wayne's repeated favoritism towards Idinis made her deeply jealous.
Between her and Idinis, who was the true companion? How could there be such a thing as always siding with outsiders?
Aztemo lowered her head listlessly, her spirits dampened and visibly gloomy.
Unhappy, she needed coaxing!
Wayne smiled, kneeled on one knee, and held the Goddess's hand, praising her heroic deeds in his role as a Knight.
He lauded her beauty, praised her wisdom, boasted about her Divine Power, and spoke of her benevolence, making Aztemo narrow her eyes, feeling elated. The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile that couldn't be suppressed.
It must be said, the Goddess of Death's personality was a lot like a cat.
On the one hand, she would give a fierce glare to her servant, while on the other hand, demanded to be spoiled and loved by them. If she caught the scent of another cat on her servant, she would lose her temper and throw a tantrum.
