Let's hope I end up in Tartarus or Duat.
Rael thought as he clenched his fist, already wondering what new way he was about to die this time but at least it wasn't because of some MILF again so he didn't mind too much.
But instead of an expected death…
The sound of sobbing echoed through the space.
"Big… bro, why are you so… mean?" Winter's voice trembled softly like a child denied candy.
…What now?!
Rael snapped his head up.
The Great God of the Forge, someone described in the novel as immovable and unshakable, was crying like an actual kid.
How the hell…?
Well, at least he isn't trying to blow me away in anger.
"You must understand, Winter," Rael said cautiously. "I can't give you the Arcana Card as it's an essential part of my being and what would even remain of me without it…?"
His expressions were calm externally but he frowned inwardly.
Like hell I am giving it to you just because you started crying.
