Chapter Twelve: The Promise

Chapter Twelve: The Promise

In the small pavilion behind the residential area belonging to "No Name," the boy with long black hair, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, leisurely returned Ophiuchus's sovereignty to Leticia before taking his seat.

"What were the results of your test with Master White Night Yaksha?"

Leticia, who had not taken part in the battle between the War God and the Star Spirit, poured Li Zihan and White Night Yaksha each a cup of tea. Blinking her beautiful red eyes, she asked softly.

She was quite curious about the outcome of this contest.

"It was all right... Bahram and I had a pretty good time!"

Having been struck in the face by a sudden God Strike, White Night Yaksha would either have had to return her divinity to remove her seal or, like those Solar Star Beasts, return to the stars if she had not run fast enough. She was extremely embarrassed, and even the speed at which she waved her folding fan increased.

"I successfully repelled the Demon King of the White Night and proved my identity as a hero."

Having pierced through the entire Gift Game field with a single God Strike, the War God, who had returned to his childlike form, held his teacup with childlike delight and lapped at the clear tea in small sips like a feline drinking water, looking utterly content.

Meanwhile, the defeated White Night Yaksha gritted her teeth, her expression as displeased as could be. She turned around, her eyes wide and round as she glared at the War God who had shown her no mercy.

"A loss is a loss. Why bother with all that empty talk?"

Hearing such sarcastic remarks, the expression on White Night Yaksha's exquisite face turned bitter and indignant, and her