Lilina hopped back and forth on the armrest like she was having a fit, loudly declaring herself the World King. Girl occasionally fell into these states of extreme excitement. I had always believed it was a psychological disorder caused by the trauma she had accumulated in the past—and Lilina herself had never denied it. Did you think she could still be saved?
When Viska heard Lilina declare that she had already conquered the world, she could not help poking her head out. The Rogue Goddess suspected that this crazy little girl was plotting to usurp the throne, because the records on the god side were very clear: the true Human King was only Sandora and me... Once she realized Lilina was merely having one of her episodes, she decisively went back to studying the four ways of eating steamed buns with Sandora.
"I say, haven't you had enough?"
Watching Lilina bounce around on the sofa armrest like an agile squirrel, I resisted the urge to smack her down for the third time and snarled, "You, World King? Have you ever seen a World King wearing bubble socks?"
Lilina jumped to the floor and casually grabbed Ding Dang, holding her up in front of me. "The Goddess became God when she was barely over three inches tall. Don't judge strength by appearances. I think This Pope has what it takes to rule the world—as long as you let me go fool people, Boss."
Ding Dang had been counting hairs on my head when her own archbishop suddenly snatched her away. She blinked her confused eyes and looked around for a while before saying, "What's wrong with three inches? Three inches is already very tall among Life Goddesses! Ding Dang is only one grain of rice shorter than the Highest Life Goddess,