Michael didn't have any clear plan, but for now, keeping Dragon God from flying into a rage and stabbing a few holes in him with her spear was the top priority.
"We still haven't had much chance to talk, have we? Sit down for a bit. There's still plenty of time anyway. At least you've got a few decades to hit me. If I become a god, then the time will be even longer."
His words were flattering, his face cowardly, and of course, what he said was also true. It's just that later, when he has strength, at least he'll have the confidence to fight on equal terms with her, not be on the receiving end of abuse like now.
"What are you talking about? What good do we have to talk about? How about you just stand still? I'll stab a few holes in you, then give you a day off."
Dragon God curled her lip in a smile and held up one finger. Her tone was so generous that Michael almost thought she'd said 'a year'.
"One... one day? And get stabbed a few times?"
