"The first condition—my future bride must be a High God, and she must have passed her trial before the age of one hundred and fifty."
Cassia had completed the high-level turbulence at the age of eighty. Didn't that make her the most talented among all the goddesses present?
"The second condition... She must be my equal. And in my eyes, only a God King is worthy of standing beside me."
Upon hearing this, the admiration and affection in the goddesses' eyes instantly turned into disgust and resentment. As the Goddess of Life, Cassia could clearly sense the shift in their emotions. Yet unlike them, her feelings remained unchanged.
She still admired and loved Deon. After twenty years of watching and following him from the shadows, she understood that the God of Death did not truly mean those words. He had only said them to drive the other goddesses away.
Or so she believed… until she heard it with her own ears.
