Nian had once feared nothing, treating everyone in the world as actors she could manipulate at will. She was both director and screenwriter, able to steer the plot however she pleased, all according to her mood.
It was fun, but boring.
Now, she felt that having someone she feared was actually not so bad.
That was the problem.
She did not know whether this was her genuine emotion, or a false feeling born from fear in order to comfort herself.
That was why Nian had tried to run away.
"Face me."
A calm voice came from behind her.
"Gods can die too. When they truly die, no one mourns or remembers them. Ideas are harder to kill than people, but they will be killed in the end."
"Answer the question."
She had been caught by her little tail—in the literal sense.
Nian could not run. When she turned around, an umbrella was tossed high into the air. The long-haired immortal held Angelina upside down in one hand and gripped Nian's little tail in the other. Her face was frosty, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"Not running anymore?"
She released her hand and opened it gently, catching the umbrella perfectly.
Ethereal.
This clearly was not battle attire, but casual everyday wear, and it did not feel quite as oppressive.
But...
She was still so scary!
"I have set a rule for myself." Hoshino warned Nian calmly.
"When I am holding an umbrella, I do not hit people."
"The immortal is truly kindhearted! I can feel it with absolute certainty!" Miss Nian spoke with some excitement, much faster than usual. In short, she was currying favor a little. With her back to them, Angelina found the whole thing utterly absurd.
"Something happened just now. Why did you not act?"
"I was... I was