Sitting at the core of the Universe, the beautiful lady smirked, which soon turned into a cute little laughter.
"This brat, how can he always find ways to make a joke where he is required to be serious?" she said to herself, watching Kent smile at the four figures.
"They should kick his ass to teach him a lesson." She could only wish, but her wish could not change anything unless she intervened, which, in that case, would cause more harm than good.
So, since that was the case, she could only watch the amusement Kent was giving her and laugh to her heart's content.
Back in the Dead Region, Tribe Chief Malthar extended his finger, causing a blood-type energy to appear on it, locking onto Kent's body.
"Are you mocking our god?" he asked, looking coldly at Kent.
The three elders weren't taking the sudden comment from Kent too simply. Farra retrieved a whip made of metallic rope, while Zarka pulled his sword from its sheath.
