Chapter 515 – Celestial Choirs
The plates were cleared, the utensils stacked, soft clinking fading beneath low music. The formal part was done. No explosions. No lightning. No holy spears through his wall. Nobody tried to smite Sira. Sira didn't stab anyone with a fork.
Objectively? That was a win.
But even as he leaned back in his seat, elbow on the table, glass of milk in hand, he could feel the tension like a tight violin string under the surface. Every woman here watched the others, like predators sharing the same watering hole. There had been laughter. Small ones. Soft ones. But the energy still sat high and hot in the air.
Sira's fingers drummed her thigh underneath the table.
Her jaw clenched.
Her eyes were fixed on the goddesses like she expected them to snatch Lux, pin angel wings on him, scrub his sins clean with holy soap, then make him sing hymns for eternity.
Lux exhaled through his nose.
He didn't have to read her mind.
He understood.
