In the courtyard,
the figure formed from moonlight listened to Hippolyta's report and played with the Medusa emblem in her hand, nodding with interest.
"So, that's the situation..."
"Lady Artemis, what do you mean then?"
Hippolyta respectfully inquired, her probing gaze fixed on the goddess she worshipped.
"I'll start testing the feasibility of that proposal for the low fertility rate, but since he suggested it, there shouldn't be any problem."
Artemis laughed lightly in response, and then added,
"As for passing the position on to Penthesilea, let's drop the matter; she's quite reluctant to take on the job, always complaining to me during prayers and insisting on taking you back."
Owing to possessing an exceptionally pure War God bloodline, Penthesilea was extremely prominent as a type given to combat.
Put her in a fight, and she's generally happy, but asking her to manage affairs truly was a bit difficult for her.