The Vidyadhara Are All Completely Insane! (Continued)

"You speak of Elation, yet I sense no trace of its power in you. Does that mean you've never actually felt joy in anything you've done?"

Anqi's knack for saying exactly what no one wanted to hear kicked in!

Amon's smile froze. An ominous tension spread through the room.

But a moment later, everything returned to normal.

Amon smiled gracefully, seemingly untouched by Anqi's words. Whatever conclusions the others drew were none of the Anqi Faction's concern.

Amon said casually:

"I never expected another senior who'd reached the rank of demigod to be such a young, lovely girl... Is that a specialty of your world?"

"Ninti is a special kind of life-form. Even in 120 years—or 1,200—she might not grow much. As for me, I do have a more mature form, of course, but my true self has to watch over our home. This form takes less effort when I'm away. That's all."

"Oh? Even after reaching demigodhood, you're only an avatar?"

Amon narrowed her eyes. A thoughtful look flickered across her face, and then her smile grew gentler still.

As they spoke, all three parties took their seats.

The three demigods who have the Cosmic Realm on edge are all here.

The Dream Master understood that all too clearly. But apart from smiling bitterly to himself and reminding himself to choose his words with greater care, there was little else he could do.

Once they were seated, Ninti looked at the Penacony leaders gathered around Amon. She blinked and said:

"Looks like you're ready to claim Penacony for yourself."

"After wandering for so long, even I occasionally want a place to settle down. Punklorde was an option, but its culture is a little too freewheeling for me. I prefer Penacony."

"And what do you intend to do with Penacony?"