"What an unforgettable experience."
Within the Temple of Lops, Themis drank her last sip of nectar, her originally pale cheeks also flushed slightly.
Ordinary beverages were not enough to affect a deity, but clearly, those crafted by Laine with the authority of "The Wine" were not among them.
"If you're interested in it, you can take some back with you." Setting down the crystal-clear wine glass, Laine gestured and dozens of barrels of brewed wine appeared.
"Since our last parting, it's been a while since I last saw Cronus. Consider these drinks as my belated congratulatory gifts for his ascension to Divine King, I suppose he will like them."
"Then I will accept them on behalf of Cronus."
Apologetically smiling, Themis was unaware of the grudge between Laine and Cronus concerning the Origin of Space and Time.
