Love is the nature of humanity, a gift from the heavens
"Oh? Someone wants to talk to me about love?" Sylvia's voice, cold and commanding, echoed through the chamber, making the High Priest shiver with fear.
Ever since the goddess wrote "Uselessness of Spiritual Partners" a century ago, she had made her disdain for the foolishness of romance quite clear.
Now, to speak of such matters in front of the goddess herself, he felt utterly terrified, as if he might be struck dead by her gaze at any moment.
"Most exalted Goddess, I'm merely the messenger. The third princess of Phoenix Kingdom is young and experiencing her first crush, which I suppose is somewhat understandable. I'll go and give her a stern talking-to and make sure she leaves right away," the High Priest said, bowing deeply, his demeanor utterly subservient.
"Let her come in," Sylvia said simply.
"Um, what?" The High Priest was stunned.
He had not expected the goddess to agree, especially so decisively.
"What, didn't you hear me?"