Grand Priestess? What the Hell Is That?

"Mr. Goten, I don't know if you're aware of the person behind me. After all, according to our investigation, you're nothing more than a mortal being.

"The highest gods you know are Zeno and the Grand Priest."

Twist's voice was gentle, but there was an undeniable arrogance in her tone—a sense of superiority. It was as if, despite Goten's power surpassing the gods, he was still just an ordinary mortal in their eyes, unworthy of comparison to what she considered the "real" gods.

That was exactly the feeling Goten got from her words.

"Why? From your tone, it sounds like you look down on mortals. Zeno and the Grand Priest used to be the same way—seeing mortals as nothing more than insects to be crushed."

"A few decades ago, I was just a bug in their eyes too. But now? They're beneath my feet. In other timelines, I've already killed them."

Goten spoke lightly, his tone flat yet carrying an overwhelming aura of dominance.

In an instant, the temperature in the tavern seemed to drop. It felt as if an endless abyss had opened beneath Twist's feet, ready to swallow her whole.

Fear—pure, unrelenting fear—gripped her heart.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, rolling down her face. At that moment, she truly felt it—if Goten wanted to kill her, he could do so with just a thought.

Even in the presence of her own mother, she had never experienced such overwhelming pressure.

"N-No… Mr. Goten," Twist stammered. "Please don't misunderstand. I have no intention of looking down on mortals! I certainly wouldn't dare look down on you!"

"We are not like Zeno and the Grand Priest. We believe in fairness and equality. That is the principle we uphold."

Sensing the imminent threat to her life, Twist hurriedly explained herself. She understood that even a single misplaced word could mean death.

After all, Goten had no fear of Zeno or the Grand Priest. To him, an Angel like her was nothing more than an insect.

Perhaps in Goten's eyes, she was even less than that.

"Don't feed me that nonsense," Goten scoffed. "Angels have never seen mortals as equals. Now answer my question properly. You're no different from Whis and the others to me. In another timeline, I've already killed plenty of your kind."

Twist's face turned pale.

He… had killed Angels?

She knew he was powerful, but to hear him say it so casually sent a shiver down her spine.

"Mr. Goten, I sincerely apologize for my words earlier. That was not my intention."

"But since you want to know who the person behind me is, I will tell you. The one I serve is none other than the Grand Priestess—my mother."

Hearing that name, Goten raised an eyebrow.

"Grand Priestess? Never heard of her."

If she was important, why had her name never come up before?

Twist was momentarily stunned.

No one had ever asked her that question before.

The mere mention of the Grand Priestess' name was enough to instill reverence. For hundreds of millions of years, no one had dared to disrespect her.

Even the Grand Priest himself paled in comparison to her power.

Yet, the mortal in front of her had the audacity to ask, "What is that?"

Such arrogance!

But she had no choice but to answer. Goten was too strong, and her mother needed his help.

"Fine. Lord Grand Priestess is the mother of all Angels."

"However, we were not born from her—she created us."

"Whis, Vados, and all the others were created by her hand. We are different from mortals, who reproduce biologically."

Twist spoke calmly, suppressing the humiliation she felt.

Even if she looked down on mortals, Goten was in a league of his own.

Goten nodded slightly, digesting the information.

"Alright, I get it. So now, tell me your purpose. Why are you looking for me?"

"Let me guess—you want me to help you deal with Zeno and the Grand Priest? If so, unless there's a worthwhile reward, I might not have the time."

The surprise he initially felt had faded.

After all, the Dragon Ball universe was full of mysteries. The stronger one became, the more powerful beings they encountered.