Wayne smiled and nodded, raising his arms to give Galle a hug, but seeing her roll her eyes, he changed to holding her delicate hand and lightly kissing her fingertips.
"To gain the favor of the Goddess, I, Way..."
"I object!!"
A clear and beautiful shout descended from the sky, interrupting Wayne's speech like a sycophant.
Galle was quite enjoying the flattery, feeling secretly pleased, but upon hearing this turned angrily to glare at the sky.
Wayne followed suit, looking up and complaining, "A perfect match made in heaven, who are you, a loveless goddess, to meddle with your opinions!"
Saying this, his gaze caught the figure of the speaker.
The Moonlight Goddess, Shi Luke!
The Goddess walked gracefully in the sky, clad in a holy white robe woven of flowing silver, as if the Moonlight itself had condensed into form, swaying gently with the wind, her platinum blonde hair emitting a soft and cool radiance.
