"I don't deserve the throne of the Heavenly Emperor!"
"I'm so sorry to you, Surya!"
Indra's large hand covered his face, obscuring his expression, his voice somewhat trembling, sounding as if he was in great agony.
Vishnu's smile carried a hint of surprise, and he listened closely.
The Devas were also startled, their curiosity piqued.
What on earth had Indra done?
The other party involved, Surya, widened his eyes, utterly bewildered.
What?
What terrible thing had Indra done to feel he owed an apology to himself?
"Could it be that you spoke about that time in the temple when I forgot how to walk?"
Surya's mouth slightly opened.
That's not right!
That incident wasn't serious enough to warrant such a reaction!
Surya looked on in shock and doubt.
"No!"
"It's about your child!"
Indra, hand still masking half of his face, turned away, stamped his feet, and beat his chest as he continued.
What?
Surya blinked.
His child?
Yama, Yamini, Sadhya, Dasra, and Sani!
Boom!
