No sooner had he spoken than the supermarket fell into a long silence.
A moment later, the woman tightened the Truth-Binding Lasso in her hand again, her voice growing sterner and colder.
"Tell me honestly, who are you? What exactly are you planning to do in Snowfield City?"
"I told you, I'm your father..."
Samael reiterated helplessly, his face full of exasperated disbelief.
Something was wrong. Could this thing be malfunctioning?
The woman looked down at the Truth-Binding Lasso in her hand, deep confusion surfacing in her eyes.
This was an artifact forged by Hephaestus, using the golden girdle of Gaia, the Earth Goddess, and the scales of Ophion, the Primal Serpent. It was later blessed by Themis, Goddess of Justice, bestowed by Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, and personally tied to the Arrow of War by Artemis, Goddess of the Moon, before being shot from Mount Olympus into the mortal world.
Thus, this divine artifact, jointly created by the gods, was unbreakable. It possessed the power to protect and discern lies, while anyone bound by it could speak only the truth. Hence its name, the Truth-Binding Lasso.
At the same time, keeping the Truth-Binding Lasso at her side at all times allowed her to remain clear-headed, enabling her to face the rational world of objective truth.
With both combined, theoretically, no one could lie to her.
Yet at the thought of that "I am your father" still ringing in her ears, the woman could not help feeling an intense absurdity. She quickly shook her head, her gaze turning resolute.
Something had to be wrong!
"Did your mother, Hippolyta, not tell you?"
Samael sighed and looked seriously at the Amazon Warrior before him. His pitch-black eyes displayed the traits of a serpent, their pupils narrowing and widening faintly.
"Half your