— THREE DAYS PASSED
At a vast flower field in the Flower Realm. Irene appeared to be occupied in carefully picking flowers and tea leaves then placing her harvest into her basket.
She is accompanied by a green-haired woman who has tiny pixies with her, appearing as flying flickering lights in the air.
Feeling quite bored she decided to lighten the mood, "So you're here for a mortal-grade flower and not me?"
Irene choked on her saliva which caused her to cough at the end of her silly question. This beautiful woman beside her is the minor Goddess of Nature and Youth. An aspiring entity equal to her in terms of status.
"What can I do to please the great goddess?" she replied playfully.
In response, Clover did an infamous stance. She raised her chin with a smug smile stealing the attention, then placed her hands on her waist and lastly, took her right foot to step forward. Irene went along with her act and pretended as if Clover blinded her eyes with a bright light.
"Isn't that Nature's disciple and the Celestial Saint?"
"Are you sure— oh yeah."
Clover heard their conversation from a mile away while Irene sighed seeing her friend's expression. 'Those two little spirits broke the mood,' she thought to herself; teary-eyed.
Seeing her tiny droplet of sadness, "Care for some tea and biscuits?"
"Aye," she responded immediately.
Hearing Irene's immediate response, she opened her dimensional space with the assistance of her fairy friends.
Well, it's not like she wants them to assist her but the power she possesses is a handful so Gaia summoned the Fairy King to request a few pixies to slightly control Clover's overall prowess.
After storing the baskets filled with herbs and flowers in a different space. Irene followed Clover to her simple profound abode where they enjoyed their tea and conversation.
During noon, Irene read books at a public library. Beings who passed her table took a moment to display a gesture of respect then resumed their activity.
"..Scarlet Empire. A vast territory of mortals ruled by a man called Scarlett Emperor."
Irene continues to read the Record of Scarlett. Not knowing that she read something significant that can help her in the future. Two hours passed, she sighed and closed the record.
She did a gesture with her fingers and the book flew back to where it was placed. Without any further intentions to stay much longer, she left the library and everyone sighed in relief. They were completely uneasy that someone like Irene was present in a second-rate library.
A huge distance from the library, Irene came across a majestic fountain in the lower realm that was famous between fairies and other divine races. She planned to stay for a bit until she got reminded that she was invited to a gathering and someone was waiting for her.
"Hmm, mm? mmm!" Irene tried to remember an elven spell, "Ah!— Οη μοτηερ Γαια, Γθιδε τηισ ψηιλδ το τηε Ψελεστιαλ Παλαψε."
Her knowledge of magic and multiple languages is outstanding due to how she can form a new spell but Irene gets easily bored of doing the same thing. So she uses her knowledge in magic for her daily activities like how she uses a median-level elven spell to teleport.
However using an elven spell for something as trivial as that, may cause some people to cough blood from exaggeration.
Exactly a minute had passed, Irene arrived at the outer palace of the Celestial Goddess. Seeing her figure, every invited immortal bowed their heads, "Greetings, Celestial Saint."
Ignoring their gestures she went to the inner palace and found her mother seated with other guests. Those guests are superior deities who have the time to appear in the gathering, mentioning Isabella and Clover and inferior deities who desire to establish connections.
Faye, her servant, and Guardian of the Forbidden Tree; showed the way of a reserved room where her brother, the God of Archangels waited for her arrival.
"I thought you would exempt yourself from useless gatherings, Irene."
"Father personally told me to come, Mikael."
The only legitimate children of the Heavenly Ruler seem to have a complicated relationship but it can be excused since they haven't talked to or seen each other for several years.
An awkward silence came upon the room after Irene's reply. Slowly it gave discomfort to four of them.
"Faye."
As Faye heard Irene, she leaned towards her. She was shocked by her request and shook her head. She went to poker face and her fingers were very restless.
An hour in the gathering, Irene managed to escape to the garden with an excuse.
She walked towards the marble fountain at a normal pace and saw a figure seemingly waiting for someone. From a neutral expression to a smiling face like a girl reunited with her lover. Irene rushed to him while he spreads his arms when he saw her.
"You're late."
In a moment of silence, Irene wrapped her arms around his masculine body as his unique scent linger on the tip of her nose. He, on the other hand, was resting his hand on her head. Though it sounds like a heartwarming reunion, his eyes were gleaming guilt but Irene never sees it.
Love not only makes someone a fool but blind. Time seemed to stop and with silence, the chirps from birds, sounds from the water and their breathing could be heard.
"I missed you, Drake."
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