"The essence of the mixed-blood Ancient God willingly allowed itself to be absorbed..."
"The Abyssal Ancient God personally granted her Armor."
"It really makes one curious about the bloodline within her..."
Lear spoke slowly.
"Perhaps... but in my view, her greatest strength is still herself."
The Goddess of Misfortune's eyes moved slightly.
"That's quite true... being confined to the bloodline itself, perhaps in this lifetime, one could never step into a higher realm."
"However, she clearly has already found her way forward... these Authorities are merely tools in hand."
"I must admit, it's a bit embarrassing, as it's only recently that I came to such realizations..."
Lear turned his head to glance at the Goddess of Misfortune. To admit one's past so frankly, perhaps even without his help, her ascension to Main God would be a matter of time.
"Your Highness, is there anything else that needs doing here?"
