"What do you mean she's an immortal?!" Belen looked to her in disbelief, "Being so old, she can't be that old soup lady in the underworld, right?"
"As if!" Willow scoffed when she heard this, "If that goddess heard you call her old, I don't know how angry she'd probably be! You're probably the first in a while to dare to call a goddess old!"
"Agh! Forget it!" Belen cried out in frustration, "Just what sort of god did I run into?"
"How would I know?" Willow shrugged, "All I can tell is that you came into contact with an old foreign god and, since the goddess that helped you is low ranked, I have no clue who it is she managed to bring into this country."
"That's not helping!"
"Didn't say it would help." Willow shrugged before pointing out, "However, whether the thing you are given is a weapon or not, I can clearly feel the power from it and it's powerful enough to help us drive it out of the country."
