The next day.
"Why hasn't Lord Ahetar gotten up yet?" Shark Girl Kaschte sat at the dining table, biting into a piece of bread while frequently glancing towards the second floor.
Last night, she had barely slept, her mind preoccupied with the reward mentioned by Lord Ahetar, wondering if it were the same as what she had imagined.
"That man is quite disciplined in his lifestyle," the Pestilence Witch yawned, then rubbed the corner of her eyes and said,
"However, he might get up later today."
"What do you mean?" Shark Girl Kaschte showed a puzzled look, but the Pestilence Witch didn't explain. Instead, she cast her gaze toward the Goddess of Plague with a slight smile curving her lips:
"Why not ask the Goddess of Plague? She has a better relationship with Ahetar."
Shark Girl Kaschte instinctively looked over to see the Goddess of Plague gently shaking her head, offering no explanation.
The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit heavy.
