"Sidi, are you done messing around? We haven't decided who will get that youth because we didn't expect him to arrive so soon. However, we can make a decision now."
The shadow with large and small gears on its back, the God of Light, Baldur, spoke, suppressing the voices of the many gods.
As he spoke, Baldur's shadow on the wall squirmed a little, as if it had changed its direction. Even though he could not see his eyes, Watson felt like someone was staring at him, and a sense of oppression subconsciously rose in his heart.
"Baldur, we agree with your suggestion. There won't be any results if we continue arguing like that. Tell me, what are your rules?"
The one who spoke next was the god with a dragon tail and a harp in his hands—Agares, who controlled the wind and navigation.
"My conditions are very simple. Since there is only one young man, then one of the seven gods will decide the winner here. The winner will get Watson. Is that not enough? "
