The Goddess of Death, still no response.
The puppet girl saw the battle conclude, yet the Goddess of Death still showed no signs of descending, and she began to feel... resigned and relieved.
But since the Goddess of Death didn't appear, it meant the mission had to continue.
"Hehehe, what a splendid performance." She lifted her hand to cover her lips, mocking the statue of the Goddess of Death in the center of the square.
"The Goddess of Death really is a coward, showing no reaction even after so many believers have been killed... what a weakling, a complete weakling~"
"Shut up!" Sharon seemed nearly unable to bear it, placing the scythe against the puppet girl's neck.
In response, the puppet girl's expression instantly turned indifferent, looking at the nun in black latex beside her with a playful smile:
"Even I would get angry, you know." She curbed her indifferent expression, glancing at the overlapping Puppet Kingdom in the sky, her gaze landing precisely on Ahtal.
