"It seems that the goddess guarding the dungeon was telling the truth," Aiden leaned on his cane, eyeing Melissa's expression, "Your face, it's practically carved from the same mold as hers."
"Knowing you're facing a deity, I can't hear a bit of respect in that tone," Melissa said, looking at Aiden.
"Would maintaining respect for you be useful?" Aiden asked.
"Of course not, the respect of mortals is utterly useless to the gods," Melissa spoke words that echoed Melifilia's, then sat down on the chair behind the counter, casually placing a bottle of wine on top, "Very well, since you already know, there's no need for me to continue with this meaningless roleplay."
Aiden realized that when he entered, Melissa didn't immediately notice what he knew, it was only when those thoughts surged in his mind that Melissa read them through her mind-reading power.
