The God of Aristocracy radiated a brilliant golden glow as they walked among the human gods in their God's Kingdom, looking as though they were cloaked with a layer of golden rays.
This was not because they liked to show off. They were just promoted to a great Divine Power and were still unable to control their power very well.
Because of the deaths of so many followers, they were in a shaken state of mind and could even feel a dull ache in their chest. But not only were they far from feeling even a tad bit of sadness, but they were also trying very hard not to laugh heartily.
Followers and such—why would they need so many of them!
They had long known that in truth, the belief of mortals was unreliable. Even the most devout or fanatical followers were nothing more than what they were.
