If things continued according to plan, Kalki and Mandala had already reached the sea of stars beneath the City of Blazing Fire and were preparing to release that evil dragon.
With that as the major premise, there was not much time left to enjoy themselves. Every minute and every second was precious.
Indra's face was as black as the bottom of a huge cauldron that had been used for years in an elementary school cafeteria. So, in his own aspect's eyes, the dignified lord of the Heavenly Army was inferior to a maid?!
"Lord Bahram is a very gentle person."
Completely unaware of the situation, Vera looked at the war god who had said he would take responsibility for her. She could not help recalling the lightning-like shock that had shot up her spine when her lips were claimed, and she lowered her head shyly.
Gently placing a black pot directly onto his true body's head, nearly getting his true body cooked to thirty percent?
Mr. Indra widened his eyes, feeling that something was wrong with this girl's way of thinking.
"Did you sweet-talk this little girl into falling for you?"
Because he himself was an old pervert who had deceived plenty of young girls, the god king stared sternly at the war god formed from his aspect.
He knew this routine well. First, take advantage of the girl without caring about anything else, leaving a deep enough impression in her heart. Then separate from her for a while, letting her imagination run wild and stirring up her curiosity toward you. After that, find a way to shift the blame for your mistakes onto something else, then show the girl a gentle, dependable side and give her promises like, "I'm willing to take responsibility," or "I'll give you what you