"Let them focus all their attention on those places. That way, he'll have enough time to take over the authority of the Spirit Realm. After completing this last task, the God of Sleep turned around and looked at Laine, who was sound asleep on the throne."
"For some reason, he always felt that the scene before him was somewhat unreal. Perhaps the victory came too suddenly, making him subconsciously a bit overconfident."
"It won't be, from now on."
Taking a deep breath, Hypnos slowly stepped forward.
"That's how Deities are, aren't they?"
He reached out his hand towards the position of Laine's chest. Before this, he didn't know what the symbol of the Spirit Realm's authority looked like; he only guessed that it was probably a pen since the Divine Artifact that suppressed the core of the Spirit Realm was a book. And indeed, just as Hypnos had thought, the next moment, he really grabbed hold of an ethereal feather pen."
