The Arbiter straightened up, clasped their hands behind their back, said nothing, and did not look into "Xie Antong's" eyes.
They knew that through those eyes, they could see another person's soul—a soul they did not particularly want to see...
"Heh heh, even if there's no friendship between us, we still have business dealings, don't we?"
"You bastard, how come you have less loyalty than a sex worker?"
Arbiter: ...
They always said that even if a deal fell through, goodwill remained. This guy was the opposite—no goodwill, but the deal remained.
The sheer cheapness of those words certainly suited Sin's nature, but hearing them spoken through Blank's face was simply unbearable.
It looked absurd beyond belief.
With their hands behind their back and their eyes fixed straight ahead, the Arbiter remained motionless. They did not want to communicate with this "ally."
This guy was practically admitting his relationship with them outright now. The only reason it had not caused any consequences was that the gods did not trust him at the moment.
They should keep their interactions to a minimum. They could not let themselves get dragged into this for real—every extra word only increased the chance of saying something wrong.
"As the referee, you should know I'm not done playing my cards yet. What do you mean by revealing the cards? Do you want me to lose that badly?"
"Looks like your thinking is a little dangerous."
Enough, just shut up. Stop tormenting them already. If you have something interesting, hurry up and play it.
When they had created them back then, why had they not thought to give them a physical body and a set of sweat glands...
Joy came to the Arbiter's rescue, though they seemed somewhat disappointed that they could not see the Arbiter drenched