Derrida’s joke and intentional cowering barely restored Hestia’s reputation. She accepted the olive branch and stopped bickering with Wayne.0

But while Wayne and his secretaries talked to Derrida, Hestia was muttering to herself under a tree, either praying or cursing at a certain someone. Judging by her trembling body, it was quite clear that she didn’t want to take the olive branch and had only done so for the greater good.0

Every time she heard ‘Lust incarnate’ uttered behind her, she clenched her fist and took a shuddering breath, telling herself that she shouldn’t commit the sin of wrath from the Seven Deadly Sins.0

This is fun! She’ll take quite some time to tame!0

Wayne narrowed his eyes and smothered his amusement. “Derrida, we’ve met and fought. I believe that you and Lust incarnate are both reincarnated angels. Now, tell me why you sought me out in Ostarrichi.”0

If they just wanted intelligence, he had told the Papal...0