"Hmm. As long as you remain neutral, I have no qualms with you, scary old woman," the Lightning God replied rudely, his tone laced with mockery. Though his words were sharp, he wasn't itching for a fight—not with the Dreamer. Even if he did win, the cost of such a battle would be far too steep. It simply wasn't worth it.
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"Hahahaha!!"
Levi couldn't stop himself from bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Aaron's frustrated expression was just too much—utterly priceless. This was a guy who had dared to talk to the Lightning God without flinching, who had stared down a demigod without batting an eye, yet now he looked like a child robbed of his favorite toy.
"That look... that's gold," Levi wheezed.
"You really like him, don't you?"
Rhea finally took her seat behind Levi, leaning forward and whispering into his ear, amusement dancing in her voice.
"He's lovable. Even that stick-up-his-ass Joseph loves him now—so why wouldn't I?" Levi replied, grinning widely.
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