Aaron ignored Hela's presence. As long as she did not violate the contract, he let her do as she pleased.
This decision seemed to have been the right one. Though it was somewhat hard to believe, Hela was far more settled than he had expected.
More than two thousand years of imprisonment had filled her with hostility, but she also understood her current situation very well. Before recovering her divine power, she would eat and drink as she pleased and absolutely refrain from doing anything unnecessary.
God of Contracts;
Ancient and exalted inheritor;
Creator of Minds, Master of Shadows...
Aaron, who had been drawing a forbidden-grade Fusion Magic spell in his notebook, suddenly heard someone reciting his "honorific name." He immediately focused his mind and cast his gaze upon the supplicant.
A blurry image gradually became clear. Frank sat on a chair inside a church. Before him stood an angel statue, while a huge cross rested directly in front of him.
For some reason, Aaron felt offended.
You fucking believe in the God of Contracts and the Shadow Lord, yet you still go pray on God's turf.
Trying to stand on two boats at once? Was that appropriate? Was that reasonable? Did he have no shame?
"Cough, cough! Although I don't mind my followers having other beliefs...
Fine! I admit it, I really am a little unhappy about it." Aaron grumbled as he scolded him. "Next time you pray to me, pick another place. I wouldn't even mind if it was a bar or a dance hall."
Aaron's voice rang out in Frank's mind. He looked around, and only after confirming there was no one else did he rise and leave the church.
"I absolutely meant no disrespect. I just wanted to know how my master compared to Jesus. After