"Did we just start a holy war with one of the sects that worship the Goddess of Destruction?" I asked Earl Timoti, who looked restless and wiped the sweat that was dripping down his forehead.
The report given by stealth slime number forty-seven informed me that a group of humans was suspected of being the masterminds behind this walking natural disaster.
My gaze was drawn to the perspective of stealth slime number forty-seven who was watching the unnatural growth of the Golden King Bear after its body received a surge of magical energy that made the fine hair on my neck stand up.
Seeing the situation getting out of control, my father suddenly came over to me and patted my shoulder.
"Lily, it would be better if you didn't worry too much about the movements of those fools who are trying to make the Goddess of Destruction manifest herself to descend into this world," said my father while gently stroking my hair.
