Once the God of Aristocracy had ascended the throne, the MC, the God of Diplomacy, stepped forward and passed the scepter that represented the God King title to them.
The God of Aristocracy's eyes were sparkling with joy, but their face was serene and unreadable. They received the scepter peacefully.
"Today is a glorious day," they said. "Over the past few years, it has been hard on everyone."
The gods all muttered various phrases along the lines of "not at all," breaking the ice and acknowledging the God of Aristocracy at the same time.
Just at this moment, a shocked and bewildered expression appeared on the God of Aristocracy's face. They bent their head assiduously and gazed at the throne they were sitting on.
"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" the God of Protection asked worriedly.
