[Location: Realm of Iofiel]
"Ugh, what an insufferable man," Goddess Iofiel muttered aloud the moment his presence faded from her immediate awareness. This time she did not bother maintaining the dignified posture, nor the carefully curated serenity she wore like attire. Her shoulders dropped. The tight composure unraveled. Her beautiful features twisted openly in annoyance.
"How dare he speak to me so casually?" she continued, pacing across the luminous ground with sharp steps. "Insulting me. Calling me fearful. Saying I am guided by fear." Her lips pressed thin. "The nerve."
She folded her arms beneath her chest, fingers gripping lightly at her sleeves as she walked.
Even the Executioner had not unsettled her like this. And he had been a brat in his own right—sharp-tongued, irreverent, and provocative. But at least there had been something decent about him. A kind of reckless youthfulness.
