Outside, the rain was falling harder and harder.
Silently waiting inside the house, Iris wasn't in a good mood.
Waiting for others was something she had always done a lot of.
But waiting for mortals, this was the first time she had done that.
If it weren't for Hestia being by her side, the Goddess of Rainbow would never waste time for a handful of humans.
Fortunately, just as she began to grow impatient, the wooden door finally sounded a knock.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Come in, the door's not locked."
Creak—
The not-so-sturdy wooden door was pushed open, and a young man with a straight posture walked in.
If she wasn't mistaken, he should be the 'Mephisto' that the Goddess of Hearthfire mentioned... Looking past him, a hint of surprise flashed in Iris's eyes.
Behind him, the so-called elder didn't look all that old.
Judging by appearance, he looked more like a seasoned middle-aged man, with only a pair of blood-red eyes being somewhat uncommon.
