The Mother of Birth continued spreading spores.
Ensuring that the rate at which Her followers reproduced would not decline.
She was in a very good mood, especially knowing that everything She did was being watched by Shen Yu.
Would My Lord be pleased with what She had done?
Would My Lord truly hold Her in His heart, rather than merely treat Her as a useful tool?
My Lord...
My Lord...
The Mother of Birth's heart overflowed with yearning.
Even the speed at which the spores spread increased considerably.
Then, as expected, She received a message from Shen Yu.
She had originally thought that what awaited Her would be My Lord's praise, or perhaps a word of approval. At the very least, He should say that She had worked hard, right?
Yet what the other party said was...
"...Keep those Anomaly Tamers in check?"
"?"
"MY LORD!!!"
The Mother of Birth nearly burst into tears. Who? Who, exactly, had caused Her to miss out on My Lord's praise?
Anomaly Tamers, was it?
Fine. Just fine indeed!
My Lord and She had gone to such lengths for them—granting them power and having Her followers serve as their support. Did they think they knew whose protection they had received?
It was the protection of Her—the great ancient god, the Mother of Birth, who commanded the Authority of Birth and was renowned even among the Weird Gods!
If not for My Lord's instructions, would She have even spared these little insects a glance?
These Anomaly Tamers simply did not know what was good for them!
The Mother of Birth flew into a towering rage!
She let out a string of incomprehensible murmurs.
The bodies of every follower who heard that sound stiffened. Then, terror written across their faces, they fell to their knees.
Who?