Messiah swung her legs as she quietly watched everything unfolding in the distance.
She took out her accordion, wondering what kind of tune she should play.
"That person is Surtur's shadow?"
At that moment, a mature woman with long golden hair abruptly appeared beside Messiah. Fiery red boots stood atop a tree branch, and she wore red-and-yellow armor, her arms crossed as she looked into the distance.
As she watched Minette break through to Tier 9, a trace of approval appeared in her eyes.
Minette was completely without makeup now, appearing before everyone in the form of a Dark Elf and looking down upon the crowd.
Having only just entered Tier 9, if those present took her seriously, keeping her there would have been effortless. Yet she still dared to come.
Such fearlessness deserved praise. She truly had a little of Surtur's old spirit, when she had carved out Ragnarok with one goddess and one sword.
"Damn, you scared me. I thought you weren't coming out." Messiah patted her chest, then curled her lips into a smile. "Your followers have gotten this bad, and you still won't do anything?"
"Hmph..." The Goddess of Dawn glared at Messiah. "Do you think everyone is as weak as you, able to manifest themselves?"
"If you hadn't tampered with the arena, no one would have helped you carry out your plan either."
"Come to think of it, the person you deduced from his dreams actually remembered the plan after you told him. He's also Surtur's follower. Do you think Surtur was involved in this too?" Messiah rested her chin in her hands and fell into thought.
"She wouldn't deign to." The Goddess of Dawn sneered.
"Anyway, you approve of my plan, right? Someone is pulling this stunt right under your nose. Surely you can't