Snowy Plains

Talking with Lin was quite interesting. Though she was an incredibly powerful Goddess with a true form a hundred times cooler than my damn Seven Trillion, she also had a timid personality she could never shake off. A few little jokes while talking were enough to fluster her, and watching her hurriedly explain herself became a rare source of entertainment. Lilina kept rolling her eyes at me over this bad habit, but every one of us enjoyed it.

The Dragon God Girl, who had the temperament of a rabbit, prepared her favorite snacks and a drink popular among dragon gods for her guests. It tasted a little like soda, refreshing and invigorating, and excellent at relieving fatigue. The package read:

Let both your heads feel refreshed all afternoon!

To us, though, it was merely something tasty to drink, and harmless to mortals.

When we arrived, Lin had been busy handling official business. Among the God Race Cops Five-Man Team, she was one of the few diligent workers. Naturally, our topic gradually shifted to her usual duties. You had to understand: with only an idiot God around me who needed to consult the manual just to turn on the World Tree properly, I was incredibly curious about how a normal God Race member was supposed to work.

When her work came up, the always cautious Dragon God Girl became a little more talkative. With a shy smile, Lin began introducing the world she governed.

Because of her lack of seniority and limited abilities, Lin governed only one world. She could not compare to Viska, that super-honor student who directly served as the main god of an entire plane, and she was not even as well off as Ding Dang, the nouveau riche. Yet she took her protected world more seriously than