It had become completely silent in the Feast Hall, and the Fair One, even though she had been used to attention, was quite taken aback by this.
'This must be the first time that a single mortal has been stared down by over a hundred gods.'
She thought to herself.
And she then looked at Kiernan, wondering how he was faring, and to her surprise, he didn't seem to care.
"W-Where should we go sit?"
The Fair One asked.
Every table was pretty much already occupied, and no matter where they sat, they would get a lot of attention from the gods of that table.
"…That one has plenty of empty seats."
Kiernan suddenly said and stared towards a certain table.
She also looked over—she immediately paled—he was looking at the table where Death himself was sitting all alone with his champion.
"Y-You're joking, right?"
"Nope."
Kiernan stepped forward, slowly approaching that table, and the gods gasped one after another after seeing where he was heading.
"…"
Death's eyes squinted.
