"So, what do you want to tell me?" Nolan asked coldly.
Molina dropped her cheerful, flirty demeanor, replacing it with an indifferent expression.
She turned and looked deeply into Nolan's eyes.
"The gods have made their decision. In five months, you'll be forced to return to your home world, along with the punishment you must endure."
Nolan's eyes widened at her words.
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think I'm joking?"
Nolan was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected the gods to act so quickly.
Five months was a short time. He hadn't done much with Seira yet.
"Let's be honest, Nolan Lorian. You're incredibly lucky… truly lucky," Molina sneered with a cold chuckle. "If any other being—let alone a god—had made the same mistake as you, their soul would have been obliterated from this universe. But not you. It's all thanks to the Supreme Goddess's intervention."
Nolan fell silent, lowering his head. She had mentioned the "Supreme Goddess" several times now.
