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Bestellen sighed in calm anger, as he was beginning to slowly lose his sanity once more.
For a moment, he wanted to tell that idiot a few truths while, perhaps, slapping him into the ground with his divine light.
But such a thing was impossible, Hekaton lived outside of Kritias, within his Divine Realm that existed in between the many worlds he managed.
He began to wonder if what he needed to do was to contact him and ask him directly, although Hekaton was so idiotic that he could simply lie to him even if he did something bad…
The subordinate Gods that were always at each side of Bestellen, Astraea, the Goddess of Balance and Justice, a goddess that was holding a balance, while having her eyes covered in a cloth and possessing long, angelic wings, and Forohr, the God of Laws and Order, a wise old man with blonde hair and beard, holding a sacred book, noticed their lord's discomfort, and decided to ask him what he had on his mind.
