"A curse?"
Indra blinked.
He stared at the Jyeshta prostrating before him in worship, then glanced at the bone plate and wooden stick in her hand, and couldn't help but smile.
He had created these two things himself!
"No worries!"
"Rest assured, I've always been magnanimous."
Indra waved his hand, speaking carelessly.
After all, he wasn't any kind of evil person; how could he bring himself to do anything to such a pitiful person.
Forget it!
Forget about it!
Hearing Indra's response, Jyeshta was somewhat sincerely anxious and fearful; she had interrupted the asceticism of an ascetic, a great sin that was supposed to result in a curse.
"You truly are tolerant and merciful!"
"I'm so embarrassed, why don't you hit me once?"
Jyeshta's eyes shimmered with tears as she lightly wiped them away, murmuring softly.
"Hehaha~"
"You said it yourself, then you'd better be prepared!"
