The God of Death and the God of Sleep couldn't help but shiver, staring in astonishment and bewilderment at the two people publicly displaying their affection across from them.
When had the two of them hooked up?
And to such an extent already?
Could it be that the rumor about Her Majesty the Queen being imprisoned was just that, a rumor? Was she doing this willingly?
Noticing the strange glances from the two lesser deities, Hecate rolled her eyes displeasedly and looked back somberly.
"What, do you have a problem with it?"
"No, as long as you're happy!"
The two brothers immediately broke out in a cold sweat, hastily shaking their heads in denial.
Pleased to see her influence remained even in her absence from the Netherworld, Hecate nodded in satisfaction, then pointed at the mutton juice spilling from her lips and playfully scolded the instigator by her side.
"Look at you, it's all spilling out."
"Sorry, I'll be more careful next time."
