All these sidelong glances, whispers when they see you, condemning faces... It was very annoying and you quickly got tired of this whole unfriendly atmosphere.

Yes, your reputation was far from the best. We can say that she was simply the most terrible and they knew about her not only in the Celestial Empire, but also among people and even in the Underworld. It was only your fault that you always find yourself at the Court of the Seven Gods for various stupidities, and sometimes very serious crimes, even if they were committed by accident.

After a not very successful walk through the Heavenly Market, you, without bothering to find a normal place to rest, stopped at some large snow-white walls of a palace made of marble.

Sitting down on the ground and leaning against it, you took a deep breath, glad that there was finally a peaceful silence.

Exactly until the shadow of a stately male figure fell on you.

"What are you doing next to my palace, huh?"

Deyaton's voice. The same God of Justice who is constantly present at your courts.

Stop. You looked at him in surprise, then at the wall. This was his palace?!