Her endurance through all that humiliation had not been in vain!
The Gods of Takamagahara, who had forced her from a pure shrine maiden into a slave, were about to be driven utterly mad by her, a mere shrine maiden!
Diana stood in the doorway, the skirt of her golden armor perfectly still. Her pale blue eyes swept twice over Yongye, Himiko, Tamamo-no-Mae, and Kikyo.
Her brow first furrowed, then her eyes suddenly lit up. Like a cat startled awake, she straightened her back a fraction and subtly tilted her ears toward the sofa.
Anyone who wasn't an idiot would choose to learn why Susanoo-no-Mikoto had been utterly annihilated!
Doomsday had indeed caused immense devastation. Between the dead, the injured, and those who had fled, Fusang's population had now shrunk by half.
But to the Gods of Takamagahara, Fusang was merely a source of faith power, the equivalent of an ordinary person's purse.
Susanoo-no-Mikoto was a chief god of Takamagahara, one of the Three Noble Children, the God of Storms, the being who had slain Yamata no Orochi. Yet a mortal had erased him, divine core and all, in under five minutes, leaving not even a trace that the Yata Mirror could reveal.
This concerned the gods' very lives!
Which mattered more was obvious!
Even Zeus was wary, and the entire Olympus Pantheon was on edge over it.
If she could listen in and learn the truth...
She would hit the jackpot.
Diana forcibly suppressed the smile threatening to curl her lips, gathered the skirt of her golden armor, and walked inside. She sat in the armchair beside the sofa and crossed her legs, adopting an ingratiating pose that said, "I'm just a beautiful spectator."
Yongye turned his head to glance at her, his lips curving slightly, but did not