Banovil was tense only because he was facing a True God three Sequences above him. Mr. Azk was in a rather special position.
His biological father and the previous God of Death—the Nether Emperor Salinger—had joined forces with the Primordial Witch to unleash the Pale Calamity. They had forced the Seven Gods, who had only just finished crushing the disintegrating Tudor Empire, to join forces once more. In the end, Salinger had been slain by the Seven Gods.
Although his relationship with Salinger was actually quite complicated, that did not stop his feelings from being equally complicated as he faced the Goddess of the Night.
Fortunately, after living long enough, one grew accustomed to enemies joining hands and friends or family turning against each other. To say nothing else, wasn't Abraham across from him, who had only just taken a seat, perfectly composed?
As though he had not been one of those from the Tudor Empire who had suffered under the Seven Gods' joint assault.
After a while, the door was pushed open again. The newcomer swept their gaze around the room, then smiled at the Goddess of the Night.
"Meeting again."
The newcomer was none other than Lilith, who had parted from the Goddess of the Night not long ago. After receiving the notice, the two had separately taken care of their Divine Kingdoms before hurrying back for the meeting.
Lilith strode over to the Goddess of the Night and glanced at the two people beside her.
"These are...?"
Banovil wiped away a cold sweat.
"The seats are arranged according to Sequence. The position for each Sequence isn't fixed, but the Sequences correspond to the seats ahead. Take a look and see where you should sit."
Knowing what that terrifying presence had been, the Goddess of the Night did