"I see. So it's that time already? Sister must be pissed off. And, what does it have to do with you?" the words rang clear inside Maria’s mind. And she felt her mouth move on her own.
“I am the current oracle. I have to make sure the next demonic war does not happen.” Fear was not an emotion Maria was used to. But the irregular beating of her heart could not be anything else.
The upper-realm goddess looked at Maria with a bored expression but Maria was sure her eyes were devouring her answer.
“The oracle? That makes sense. That is why you have mother’s scent on you.” the bored voice continued.
Maria was taken aback by the words and the attitude being displayed toward her. This was the second time the person from the upper realm had used the term ‘mother.’ Maria felt her curiosity peak at the word.
“Mother?” Maaria was not sure if she was asking her system or the female in front of her. But both refused to answer her.