Completely Under His Thumb
The God of the Scales, unable to bear it any longer, took out the Scales and said seriously:
"Fate, this is the fifty-second time you've brought this up with me. I'm sick of it. Can we change the subject?"
He wailed silently in his heart.
Fate, please!
Can you at least maintain your usual high-class demeanor?
The God of the Scales was feeling somewhat weary, unable to understand why all the gods he knew were two-faced, saying one thing to someone and doing another behind their backs.
He looked into the distance in despair, and thought of the indifferent, calm, and unfathomable God of Time.
Well, the God of Time is still the most reliable.
At least he won't whisper in my ear repeatedly, "The Goddess of Beauty is so cute."
The God of the Scales thought to himself, and decided to turn back and have a cup of tea with the God of Time.
Unfortunately, he is unaware that this God of Time is also cunning and ruthless at heart.
Here, all one can do is sigh:
Poor God of the Scales, look at the gods surrounding you!
As the God of the Scales thought this, she couldn't help but glance at Wuma Xiu out of the corner of her eye.
How should I put it?
Even though he had long since seen through the other person's true colors beneath that gentle exterior, every time he saw that face, he would still recall the scene from their first meeting. Back then, the other person smiled so innocently, offering him a distant bow, like the gentlest handful of water in the world.
If only the other person could always be like that.
Even if it's a lie, it doesn't matter.
Wuma Xiu noticed his gaze, propped his chin on one hand, and met it without flinching, a candid smile curving his lips.
Am I good-looking?
"It looks good, but..."
The God of the Scales was only half-finished before it was swallowed back.
The unspoken words were understood by all the gods present.
They're nothing but vicious and two-faced...
Wuma Xiu knew all this, but he was completely unaffected.
He always knew himself very well, even if the other party said all those unpleasant things.
He accepted it all without question, taking it all as praise.
The God of Fate watched the two silently from the sidelines, a smile playing on his lips, but the smile never reached his eyes.
Without realizing it, he thought of the Goddess of Beauty again.
He genuinely liked her.
I've liked it for a very, very long time.
But Fate had a cruel twist of fate in his mind: the other person could never like him.
This result was like an extremely dull knife, slowly torturing his heart day after day.
He is the God of Fate.
He held the Fate of the world in his hands.
But sometimes, the clearer you see something, the more impossible it seems, and the more your heart aches.
This is the cruelest aspect of Fate for the God of Fate. If only he didn't know, he could still secretly dream about the future at night.
I hope that one day the other person will turn around and I'll smile and ask them:
"Want to come together?"
Even if it's just a lie, even if it's just a delusion he made up himself.
Unfortunately, he knew everything.
The God of Fate lowered his eyes, and the rising steam from the tea blurred the fleeting weariness in them. He held the teacup, silent for a long while, as if his soul had been captivated by the wisp of mist.
"Oh dear, it seems a certain god is missing someone?"
Wuma Xiu turned his head to look at him, his tone slightly teasing.
The God of Fate snapped out of his daze, his carefree smile returning to his face, and waved his hand dismissively:
"Yes, I'm thinking about how to make the Goddess of Beauty my own. Sigh, so many gods like her, the competition is fierce. Unfortunately, last time I said that, she got all worked up like a kitten and gave me a good tickling."
He raised his hand and gestured the "scratching" motion.
The God of the Scales glanced at him but said nothing.
Wuma Xiu remained calm.
They could all see that although the God of Fate smiled broadly, he was inwardly unmoved.
He is the God of Fate.
How could it be possible to show even the slightest weakness in front of other gods?
"Really? Come on, have a drink."
Wuma Xiu didn't expose him, but simply lowered his head and poured him another half cup of tea.
The God of Fate picked up his tea, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp, his manner more like downing a bottle of wine than drinking tea.
After finishing his drink, he glared at Wuma Xiu.
This god is truly strange.
Even though you know all that the other person has done, when you actually sit with them, you feel that they are considerate and thoughtful in every way.
In the Divine Realm, such gods are truly few and far between.
Fortunately, there are very few of them.
The God of Fate withdrew his gaze, put down his teacup, and suddenly became too lazy to maintain that playful demeanor any longer.
Anyway, the god on the other side figured it out too.
He looked at Wuma Xiu, then suddenly laughed, a laugh that sounded like resignation, yet also like self-mockery:
"Your tea is more intoxicating than most of the wines in the Divine Realm."
Wuma Xiu picked up the teapot and poured him another half cup.
"Then let's have a couple more drinks. Anyway, you didn't come here today to fight me. We have plenty of time today."
The God of Fate watched as the clear tea soup fell into the cup:
"You're not at all surprised I came."
"It was only a matter of time." Wuma Xiu put down the teapot, looked up at him, and said, "Scales is already sitting here; if you hadn't arrived by now, I should be wondering."
The God of the Scales, who was standing to the side, tightened his grip on the Scales when he was called out. He felt that there was no good intention behind those words, especially since they came from the mouth of the god in front of him.
The God of Fate glanced at him and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Scales, did you hear that? He predicted it all along."
The God of the Scales choked, unable to refute anything for a moment. After a long while, he finally spoke:
"What can I do? He's figured me out a long time ago. Now I'm completely under his thumb. Unless I'm like you, putting on one face in public and another in private."
As soon as he finished speaking, the God of Fate made a sarcastic remark.
"Then what are you doing sitting here? Drinking tea?"
The God of Fate turned to Wuma Xiu again:
"Look, he's still being stubborn. You have no idea, he came to me before, asking me what he should do..."
"Fate, what nonsense are you spouting! Shut up!"
The God of the Scales, having reached his limit, slammed the Scales onto the table.
The God of Fate was not intimidated by his imposing manner, and chuckled coldly, saying:
"Heh, this god has gotten quite bold now. In that case, don't dump all those messes on me anymore."
Upon hearing this, the God of the Scales's expression subtly changed.
After all, that's often how he likes it.
However, this was merely a matter of having the self-awareness of a little Karami.
"I... didn't give you much either, did I?"
The God of the Scales's statement was somewhat uncertain.
In my memory, there were only a few particularly difficult things that I casually passed on to the other party. But thinking about it carefully, those things really do seem to be under the control of God of Fate.
The God of Fate sneered, pulled a long scroll of paper from his sleeve, pinched one end, and let go.
The roll of paper tumbled down with a "whoosh," dragging all the way to the ground and spreading outwards for quite a distance; it was covered with writing.