Ivita rolled her eyes again. "Your words can't hurt me at all."
"What you've said only proves, in front of the Four Gods, that your father is a failure."
"It might be fine to fool other gods, but every single one of these Four Gods was a legendary emperor when they were mortals, rulers of great talent and bold vision."
"To complain about the difficulties of being an emperor in front of them is simply humiliating yourself. These proud monarchs will look down on you even more."
As Ivita had expected, the Four Gods fell silent, their eyes showing even more contempt towards Franski.
The mockery from Ivita made the Four Gods lean a bit more towards Ivita's side.
God Charlemagne said to Ivita, "Very well. Since that's the case, we will help you create the Soul of Darkness. But we are not witches, and don't understand much about magic. If anything unexpected happens, we won't be able to help you."
