"Of course!"
"I'll listen to you."
Shachi smiled faintly, tilting her head gently as her beautiful eyes twinkled, shimmering with joyful light.
"Oh, great Supreme Lord, I don't wish to imprison your freedom, so let me choose another blessing instead!"
"I want to become your wife, to be together forever!"
Shachi tilted her head back slightly.
Her eyes shone as if they held stars; she pressed her hands together like a gracefully standing lotus, and said softly.
Hiss!
Indra's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised slightly, as he took a deep breath involuntarily.
Young lady, how can you utter such audacious words!
That's even worse than the first one!
Indra bowed his head a little, fixing his gaze on the figure below. Shachi stood with her hands pressed together, her eyes twinkling with anticipation and hope, waiting for his response.
He pondered for a moment, then spoke calmly.
"Devotee!"
