Aniana.
Formerly the Holy Daughter of The Radiance, Princess of Sacredragon.
Of course, at that time, Aniana preferred being a Divine Favored of the God of The Radiance over her princess status.
Ellie Miller really couldn't muster a smile for her, so she simply nodded slightly and then lifted her skirt to head upstairs.
"Wait a minute!" The God of Trickery called out to Ellie Miller.
"Excuse me, is there something you need?" Ellie Miller stood on the stairs without going back.
Clearly, she didn't want to prolong the conversation.
Aniana is the God of Trickery, so Ellie Miller couldn't see any bubbles above her head.
"I want to have a good talk with Artor," Aniana said.
Ellie Miller nodded, "He's in the study on the second floor."
Aniana, having been the God of Trickery for nearly a thousand years, clenched her hand, "Maybe with you by my side, Artor won't be so cold towards me."
Ellie Miller: "..."
Aniana's world seemed frozen.
