"YOU CREATED the cult, Lord Yule?" Neoma asked, now wary of the god. "Are you saying that you're the one who started the cruel tradition of killing off the female royals born in our family? Right in front of my salad?"
Yule looked confused by her last statement. But like what his father would often do every time she would speak 'nonsense,' the god decided to ignore it. "The cult didn't start as a cult, Ne-Ne."
Okay, that calmed her down a little. "Carry on, my lord."
The god let out a deep sigh before he continued. "I used to be an obnoxious god who was so proud of his bloodline, Ne-Ne."
"Uh-huh," she said while nodding her head. "Let me guess. You also used to be a misogynistic pig. Thus, the group that you built has no respect for princesses."
"I can't deny that," he said, embarrassed after being called out bluntly. "But when I built the Crown, it was never my intention to kill off the royal princesses born in the Royal Family."