Everyone looked at the laughing Slaier, feeling a cold shiver deep inside.
Even Baird, clad in Dragon Skin, could not help his thick fingers from trembling.
Only Noen did not show too much surprise.
"Slaier, esteemed Divine,"
Noen stepped forward, speaking in a respectful tone,
"There is no doubt that what we mortals consider minor oversights appear as significant flaws to you, and what we thought were foolproof plans are full of holes to your ears."
"Oh, I rarely receive such flattery."
Slaier chuckled.
There was no lie in his words.
For the Star of deceit and cunning awoke but decades ago, and there were not many mortals on this earth who could recognize him, let alone flatter him.
"Radiant Slaier, you are eloquent and shrewd, and no matter how we mortals plot against you, it is but a child's play."
"You compare yourselves to children?"
"Yes, we mortals are not arrogant. We know that in the eyes of the Gods, we mortals are nothing."
