"Ah, that insolent brat. He won't be able to do anything anyway," the Great Sage scoffed upon the mention of the magus.
'You are truly not liked, Mister Grand Magus,' Stella thought, feeling sorry for him.
"As I said, you have nothing to worry about. I even got your mother's permission. You heard me tell her I'm borrowing you for just a few minutes. You'll be back there as if you have spent only a short time here," he explained.
"I see," Stella slowly nodded. He had been asking to bring her to his residence the past few days but she had been declining because she thought there would be a time difference.
'Who knew he could actually adjust it? What a scary person.'
She was reminded that he had created a dimension of his own. He was living in a world he created. It was no longer hard for her to believe what was written in other myths that he might have ascended to godhood.
