'...Fuck.'
This is going to be a tricky situation to deal with.
Still, I didn't let my panic show on my face as I stared coldly at the God of Death.
I kept my eyes on him as I asked in a flat voice, "Are you questioning my legitimacy?"
My voice may have remained calm, but I deliberately allowed a trace of pressure to seep into it.
Anubis immediately lowered his head. "No, my lord. I would never dare to question your authority or your position."
He paused for a moment before carefully continuing.
"Lady Isis only wishes to make sure that your soul hasn't been damaged. She is worried because your behaviour has changed, and I am here only to examine your soul."
I stared at him for several seconds.
Anubis was walking on thin ice. One wrong word and I could probably turn this entire situation into a confrontation.
I finally waved my hand dismissively. "Then go back and tell Isis that I am perfectly fine. There is no reason for you to waste your time here."
