Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
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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