When Maria heard the little girl’s declaration, she sized up the self-proclaimed goddess and sighed, “...So the goddess I’m supposed to help is a brat?”
“W-What?!”
“Tsk, I was hoping to find some old grandma or an older lady but I’m stuck dealing with a brat instead.”
“Y-You! Why are you being so disrespectful to this Goddess?!”
Maria didn’t respond to her and just pulled out her Calamity, changed it to its Scythe-form, and sat down on its inner blade while floating in mid-air.
“Well, if you say you’re Gaia, I won’t deny that. I do sense some divinity in you so you’re like Death but just extremely weaker.”
“Hey!” Gaia shouted, feeling a bit offended and ashamed even though what Maria said was true.
“Heh, you’re quick to feel offended, just like a brat!” Maria teased.
“You…”
“Anywa
