The Mother of Great Bliss held her head high and puffed out her chest, revealing the voluptuous curves of her body in full glory, her elegant light red gown swaying, even appearing to twist as fully as the full moon.
Opposite her, Sharella Tebron and Della Isgeir showed a modest smile.
They did not leave, nor did they follow directly.
Sharella Tebron looked at the seductive posture of the Mother of Great Bliss, a hint of disdain in her eyes as she spat out a slang word: "Slut!"
The biggest flirt in all of Sergant, whether it was her figure or anything else.
Beside her, Della Isgeir gently tugged Sharella's hand, appearing more mature and composed, exuding a hint of regal beauty, and whispered: "The goddess has not yet issued an oracle."
"Don't clash with them."
"Who knows what the future holds."
Joint ruling is impossible.
It was just a temporary alliance, how things are arranged in the future ultimately depends on the Lady of Wealth, even Duncan can't influence this.
