The appearance of the Great God calmed this sea area.
Everyone seemed to sense the danger departing, smiles returning to their faces. The cruise ship once again became brightly lit, floating like a sea palace on the endless ocean.
Fujiwara Reya had just returned to the deck when Mrs. Kasahara grabbed him by the ear and dragged him into a cabin.
Mrs. Hoshimi followed inside, under the faint candlelight, Amaterasu gently flicked her sleeve. Her voice was low and light, like water secretly flowing under creek stones. Then she glanced at Fujiwara Reya, her lips slightly parted: "Do you dare to take my solar crown?"
The brilliant yet serene lights cast on her skin, as white as the first snow.
The supreme God's authority, paired with her melodious voice, blended with a slightly provocative tone, would lead anyone into fantasies.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya lowered his head, not daring to speak.
