— THREE DAYS PASSED
At a vast flower field in the Flower Realm. Irene appeared to be occupied with carefully picking flowers and tea leaves and then placing her harvest into her basket.
She is accompanied by a green-haired woman who has tiny pixies with her, appearing as flying flickering lights in the air.
Feeling quite bored she decided to lighten the mood, "I thought you came here for me but instead you want these common herbs."
Irene coughs lightly. This beautiful woman beside her is the minor Goddess of Nature and Youth. An aspiring entity equal to her in terms of status.
"It is fair to say that the fault is yours," she replied politely. She cuts the stem of the flower with her scissors and places it in her basket.
In response, Clover raised her eyes in surprise. "My, how polite of you. I shall remind you though, that blaming is not a noble act but of a coward's."
"Hmm," she picks a few more and places them in the same basket. "Are you listening to me, dear?"
"I am— would this be enough for you know what?" Irene expands the basket's opening as Clover surveys the number of herbs and flowers she plucked.
"If no mistakes, then this amount should be enough." Then soon adds, "Making tea out of weed... common herbs is very audacious."
"Well, it isn't like I'm concocting poison. These are practically edible in the mortal realm...in the book I read."
"Hey, is that the Celestial Saint?" a male elf nudged his elbow to his friend.
The friend looks in the direction he pointed at, "Oh yeah! That's her!"
"Woah, she looks.. just wow— OWW!!" he felt his ear being detached from his head. When he looks at the person who is pulling his ear, he felt a shiver crawl down his spine.
"You f**king basta..."
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"Have you heard the rumors, Irene?" Clover flicks her rumormonger mode on.
"Do I look like I care about the world? And gossips are fake stories that are composed by a jealous somebody," Irene showed her absolute disdain for gossip.
"Are you even two thousand years old? You sound like an old grandma."
She ignores Nature's disciple and yawns. Irene finally spoke to Clover when they reached her humble treehouse near a huge, and if I mean 'huge', I mean enormous— a gigantic tree.
"Why don't you prepare your guest a warm cup of tea and plain biscuits?" she had a kind smile on her face.
Clover sighs deeply. When Irene opens her mouth, she sighs again.
She was speechless at her behavior, "If you brew some tea, we could talk about it..." She glances where Clover was but she is gone.
'What do you call a sulky person like her? I think it was tsundere..?' Irene finds her seat near a wooden table.
She makes random expressions as she waits for Clover then a painting on the wall caught her eye. It had a man wearing a golden crown, he was stretching his arm forwards with a red sword in hand, and behind him was another man who was covered in light and wore a white fabric.
An excited Clover returns from her kitchen and following her was a teapot, two cups, and a jar of biscuits.
"What year was that painted?" she asks.
Clover raises her eyebrow in response. Irene points at the same painting and replies, "In the reign of the 12th Scarlett Emperor, during the Armageddon War."
"Who is that man? The person behind the 12th Emperor."
"Your father," Clover sarcastically responds.
Irene didn't believe her but decided to let go of this thought for a moment short. Nature's disciple claps her hand and begins the conversation she was patiently waiting for.
During noon, Irene read books at a public library. Beings who passed her table took a moment to display a gesture of respect then resumed their activity.
"..Scarlet Empire. A vast territory of mortals ruled by a man called Scarlett Emperor."
Irene continues to read the Record of Scarlett. Not knowing that she read something significant that can help her in the future. Two hours passed, and she sighed and closed the record.
She did a gesture with her fingers and the book flew back to where it was placed. Without any further intentions to stay much longer, she left the library and everyone sighed in relief. They were completely uneasy that someone like Irene was present in a second-rate library.
A huge distance from the library, Irene came across a majestic fountain in the lower realm that was famous between fairies and other divine races. She planned to stay for a bit until she got reminded that she was invited to a gathering and someone was waiting for her.
"Hmm, mm? mmm!" Irene tried to remember an elven spell, "Ah!— Οη μοτηερ Γαια, Γθιδε τηισ ψηιλδ το τηε Ψελεστιαλ Παλαψε."
Her knowledge of magic and multiple languages is outstanding due to how she can form a new spell but Irene gets easily bored of doing the same thing. So she uses her knowledge of magic for her daily activities like how she uses a median-level elven spell to teleport.
However using an elven spell for something as trivial as that, may cause some people to cough blood from exaggeration.
Exactly a minute had passed, and Irene arrived at the outer palace of the Celestial Goddess. Seeing her figure, every invited immortal bowed their heads, "Greetings, Celestial Saint."
Ignoring their gestures she went to the inner palace and found her mother seated with other guests. Those guests are superior deities who have the time to appear in the gathering, mentioning Isabella and Clover, and inferior deities who desire to establish connections.
Faye, her servant, and Guardian of the Forbidden Tree; showed the way to a reserved room where her brother, the God of Archangels waited for her arrival.
"I thought you would exempt yourself from useless gatherings, Irene."
"Father personally told me to come, Mikael."
The only legitimate children of the Heavenly Ruler seem to have a complicated relationship but it can be excused since they haven't talked to or seen each other for several years.
An awkward silence came upon the room after Irene's reply. Slowly it gave discomfort to four of them.
"Faye."
As Faye heard Irene, she leaned towards her. She was shocked by her request and shook her head. She went to poker face and her fingers were very restless.
An hour into the gathering, Irene managed to escape to the garden with an excuse.
She walked towards the marble fountain at a normal pace and saw a figure seemingly waiting for someone. From a neutral expression to a smiling face like a girl reunited with her lover. Irene rushed to him while he spreads his arms when he saw her.
"You're late."
In a moment of silence, Irene wrapped her arms around his masculine body as his unique scent linger on the tip of her nose. He, on the other hand, was resting his hand on her head. Though it sounds like a heartwarming reunion, his eyes were gleaming with guilt but Irene never sees it.
Love not only makes someone a fool but blind. Time seemed to stop and with silence, the chirps from birds, sounds from the water and their breathing could be heard.
"I missed you, Drake."