*So exhausting, really half-dead from the fatigue...*
"I've really had enough, why did I end up in such a world?"
Yila complained as he leaned back in his chair. Snake Scale chuckled and snapped his fingers with a "pop," transforming the chair into a large sofa, allowing the young goddess and Yila to both sit back on it.
"After crossing over, I realized at ten years old that Yose seemed like a pretty decent guy. I learned magic, teamed up with him, won the war, got the nobles in line, unified the world, and then... boom! The federation slowly started to take shape."
For the first time ever, Yila kept complaining nonstop. He had never spoken to anyone in this tone before, nor had he ever shown such weakness... Even as a child, he always gave off an air of detached calmness.
