Joshua scratched his head, with sparks bursting out when his fingernails touched his hair.
He mumbled to himself for moments, with his right hand stroking his chin—anyone could tell that he was pondering.
Then, he finally sighed.
"Forgive my frankness, Your Majesty," he said earnestly, "I don't think your Order works."
"To be frank, it's a little silly."
"Oh?"
The God of Love and Death uttered softly, lifting her brow. "Well, how is it silly?"
Both of them did not care about the pontiff who kept gesturing with his hands at a corner. "We often debate about Order." Yolanda smiled softly, seemingly not angry with Joshua's forthrightness. "Don't worry about me getting provoked by honesty. It does not matter to the gods."
"It's folly from the very beginning."
