Barbatos and Morax wailed inwardly before stepping forward with heavy hearts.
"Lady Phanes... may I ask why you summoned us? Is there something you wish us to do?"
There was no other way.
Aside from the two of them,
the rest were all second-generation gods.
They had little worldly experience and were even more nervous.
If she suddenly ordered them to do something, they might well make a mistake.
As their seniors, although they still did not fully understand the situation, they decided to lead by example.
At the very least, they had to show some sense of responsibility.
The Seven Archons would advance and retreat together.
No matter what Lady Phanes wanted them to do,
if they merely knelt there and stared blankly, knowing nothing, they naturally would not be able to ask anything.
Only through dialogue, only through communication... even if they died, at least they would die knowing why!
Of course!
Barbatos and Morax could still sense that Lady Heavenly Principles seemed to be in a fairly good mood.
Though that did not determine anything.
Given Phanes's past temperament, perhaps the spring breeze would be brushing their faces one moment, only for winter to arrive the next.
Her little temper was like a rainstorm in June—it changed the moment it wanted to, without the slightest warning.
But at a time like this, they could only hope for the best.
Right?
No matter how curious they were about Little Griseo and Anna,
they must not ask what should not be asked. They must not look at what should not be seen!
It was that simple!
Furina, Buer, Barbatos, and Barbatos among the others...
kept their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts.
One could say that each was quieter than the last.
Something was wrong...