In the heart of Opera Epiclese, The Goddess of Justice, Furina from the Prosecution watching a trial of an accused thief unfold.

"Ugh, really? Do we absolutely have to go through with this?" Furina groaned, her voice dripping with exasperation. She sounded more like a moody teenager than a goddess. The audience exchanged glances, accustomed to her bratty behavior.

"I mean, come on, there are far more important things to attend to." Furina exclaims