Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 894 - Primordial Dragonoid's Might
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 751- I didn't bring money
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 773: Celebration
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 202 - Prerequisite Mission Of The True Fire God's Palace
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.03 - Northern District's Mist
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 263: You Betrayed Me
The crowd found themselves holding their breaths before the powerful presence of the Mother Goddess. It was almost as if it was ingrained within them to be deferential to Her.
She slowly made Her way to the center seat of the dining table.
It was an unspoken rule for the crowd to rise to their feet and bow to the Mother Goddess—one that needed no reminder. However, Roel was unaccustomed to the convention, and it was only after a momentary pause to observe the movements of others that he quickly followed suit.
This is bad. How am I to know the common sense of this era?
Roel’s heart tightened. He discreetly glanced at Micher and followed his posture, placing his fist over his heart too.
While Adola hadn’t mentioned this formality during their conversations, Roel knew that it was common etiquette to rise and greet the host. What baffled him was that as soon as he made these movements, the Mother Goddess suddenly looked at him with a subtle look of surprise. Micher and the others also stared at him with widened eyes.
Hm? What’s wrong?
Roel was bewildered by the responses he was receiving.
Unbeknownst to him, the Mother Goddess quietly clenched Her fists as Her heartbeat hastened in excitement, for She knew that Roel wasn’t obliged to bow to Her at all.
Back in the ancient era, the Kingmakers were the Overseers who contracted and bestowed crowns upon the Race Sovereigns. They were Sia’s closest subjects, with their powers directly originating from Her. This legitimacy granted them many special privileges.
Even when faced with the most esteemed of individuals, the most a Kingmaker would do was to rise to their feet as a symbol of acknowledgment. No one could force a Kingmaker to lower their posture, for the only one whom they was obliged to lower their posture for was Sia Herself.
Does this mean that… he has accepted me?
Such a thought flashed across the Mother Goddess’ mind. Her heart, which had wavered due to the vehement objections from Micher and the others, settled down, and She looked at Roel with inc
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