Chapter 41: Words of Defiance
"Lord, everyone is present in the hall area," Grant came to the study once more to inform. I don’t know why I’m still here in this room when I already know how chilling the air is just by standing beside him.
"I will go with you," I said while following Grant. Alex did the same, but the only difference between us and him is the sword. The way he is aggressively holding the sword is so terrifying, even though his face is as cold as always.
With each step toward the hall, a sense of dread settled over me. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had unwittingly walked into a situation that would only bring more chaos and confusion. Alex’s presence beside me was both reassuring and unsettling, his sword gleaming ominously in the dim light.
As we entered the hall, I noticed the servants and staff of the mansion gathered, their expressions a mix of fear and uncertainty. Grant stood at the front, waiting for us to join him. The air was tense, and I could feel the weight of everyone’s expectations resting heavily on me.
"Did I step on a landmine?" I thought, a sense of unease gnawing at me. The last time I had been in such a gathering, it had led to an encounter with the temple’s high priest, an event that still haunted me.
But before I could dwell on my apprehensions further, the surroundings began to blur and fade away. I knew this sensation all too well; it was God’s doing. He was pulling me once again into his ethereal domain.
"Tell me!!! What do you need from me?" I found myself shouting, my voice echoing in the otherworldly space.
The god’s form, obscured by clouds, seemed to swirl with anger. "I can’t believe the audacity of yours. No one can dare to face a god, yet you have been given this opportunity, and you are talking this way to me? Have you finally lost your mind, Bernice Balliol Agnes?" The god’s voice thundered, carrying a wrathful tone that sent shivers down my spine.
"Why would I lose my mind? I think you have lost it since you sent your minions to me to take me to serve you."
The god’s presence remained enigmatic, concealed within the swirling clouds. His anger seemed to intensify as I continued to defy him.
"A god, who has such ego but couldn’t stop pestering an extra like me, has the audacity to say I have lost my mind," I retorted, my voice steady despite the tumultuous surroundings. "How should I talk to you then? Highly of you? Or lowly of you? To be honest, if I tried speaking, then I must say I have zero respect for you. In my last life, I may have, but now I don’t have. Not a single point of respect is left for you."
My words hung in the ethereal space, challenging the god’s authority. I couldn’t deny the surge of anger within me, fueled by God’s relentless interference in my life. His actions had left me with little reverence for a deity who seemed so determined to control my destiny.