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“Ugh, she's a walking disaster,” Daphne said with a heavy sigh. She clicked her tongue as Goddess Freyja silently played with a butterfly made of light resting on her fingertip.
It had been some time since the avatar of Goddess Freyja had taken a spot in the Saint Sanctuary. For them, a divine being settling in wasn't exactly new.
“Are you really just going to leave him alone? With something that serious, shouldn’t you be stepping in yourself?” asked Odin, who had somehow soundlessly approached with a small fishing rod slung over her shoulder.
Goddess Freyja, who had been playing with the butterfly, turned her head toward her. She typed out a phrase on her tablet.
[Scary.]
“Yeah, right,” Odin scoffed. “At least make your lies believable.”
[Shivering.]
Odin stared coldly at the Goddess Freyja, unimpressed by the way she wrote such words without even a hint of fear on her face, before turning away.
“Get it together. This whole mess is because of you,” she icily snapped.
Goddess Freyja silently watched from behind as she left, then quietly looked down at her tablet.
She gently placed her hand on the screen for a moment, then lifted it away.
A photo began to pop up. It was a picture...
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