"I still insist. Am I really that untrustworthy?" The Saintess looked up at Eris's statue, and the voice rang once more in her head.
[Indeed, believe it or not, out of a hundred angels, ninety voted against ranking you any higher. I am still a new divine, so I rely on their judgment a lot, and you lack the will and stubbornness.]
Then, after a whole minute of dead silence, Eris spoke again.
[If you want to prove them wrong, they prepared a list of impossible tasks to test your obedience, willingness, and how far you could go both mentally and physically. Push through them all, and I'll have something to argue with in your favor.]
Eris sighed, looked at the council of angels sitting on the great golden table with her, and then at the floating woman above that table. Amaterasu looked back at her with a grin. "I can understand why the angels refused her. At her current self, she'll break the moment she delves into murder. They can't waste the life of such a saint."
