"Although your words just now didn't provoke divine punishment..."
Those eyes, hidden as if behind a thin mist, fiercely stared at Motan: "But if you dare call me 'old lady' again, I'll slap you."
Then Motan immediately shut up.
"Your situation is different from hers." The Goddess of Dawn seemed to squeeze these words out between her teeth as she explained menacingly, "The reason you couldn't hear my voice clearly is because you were just granted divinity, and neither your spirit nor body have adapted to my presence yet. She, on the other hand..."
Motan's eyes widened: "Granted divinity?!"
He seemed to see a protagonist template falling from the sky, howling towards him.
However, the Goddess of Dawn ignored him, she simply continued, "Instead, Morning Forgotten Language was forcefully granted divinity by that bastard Diliania. The reason she couldn't hear that bitch's voice clearly is because I was always interfering next to her, in the form of a nasty argument."
