The heavenly altar was the meeting place of the gods and goddesses.

At the round table, eight of them sat down.

Alphonse, Druantia, Versava, Dolana, Felina, Dacia, Calcio, Ophachus, and then the empty chairs.

The gods and goddesses certainly wouldn't get in the way of each other, if and only if nothing went wrong. It was just that recently what the goddess of nature was doing had shocked all.

To interact with humans directly was forbidden for them. They also lived in an agreement.

"I know you often do what you want, but like this is an act that crosses the line, Druantia," said Versava.

He was the god of wisdom, as well as justice. In the form of a human noble, Versava sat there quietly. He didn't have a tinge of anger, it was just that this god knew very well about the rules that shouldn't be broken.

"That's right, none of us can summon humans to their place or come to their place, unless they're dead," said Dacia.

God of the circle of life and death. He was like a creature called an elf, with long ears and a hood. Looked like a hunter.

"I only talked to Peter! What's wrong with that?! You all talked to Peter too!"

The goddess who was said to be guilty raised her voice. Protest to all the others.

"This is certainly different from Peter, Druantia ..." Felina also raised her voice. She was the prettiest, even among the other goddesses, "Peter is a singularity. He visits us, not we who visit him."

"I know you loved him, Druantia. However, the reality is reality, Peter is gone," now it's Dolana's turn to say, "you haven't chosen Champion for hundreds of years now."

Dolana, the goddess had almost the same form as Dacia. They both resembled creatures called elves. Then, countless arguments were thrown against Druantia.

One thing was for sure, they all disliked Druantia's act of meeting humans directly.

Druantia was also being selfish. Did not want to be blamed and defended herself.

What stopped them from arguing was the sound of footsteps.

"I'm sure Druantia didn't mean to violate the rules."

The one who came was the owner of golden hair, his eyes blue as the sky. His face was gentle but also firm at the same time.

He bowed in front of the other gods and goddesses when they could see his form.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Alphonse."

"There's no problem with that, Azar."

Alphonse, the god of time and space, finally opened his voice. Its appearance looked like the oldest of the mythical creatures, a dragon.

"Azar!" shouted the goddess happily.

Finally, someone defended her!

But then Alphonse knocked on the table several times, asking all of them to pay attention.

"Since all of you are here, we can get started. I ask you to come not because of Druantia, but it is about a prophecy that might happen." Alphonse said, then continued soon, "history may repeat itself."