The God of Contracts, Morax, couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose as he let out a deep sigh of disappointment. This is the seventh time this week, that the guards reported you for destroying his statue in the Circle of the Seven.

His gaze met yours, and you couldn't help but look down because of embarrassment. Is he going to scold you?

"Aren't your silly shenanigans going a little too far, dearest?"