Turns Out the Grand Priestess Is Pretty Pretty

"Is that so? Well, if that's the case, I'll go with you. But you'd better be responsible for what you just said. If I go with you and you can't send me back to my own dimension, then there's only one outcome—I'll kill all of you."

Goten smirked coldly, speaking with absolute confidence. And he had every right to be.

From his conversation with Twist just now, it was clear that the so-called Grand Priestess was weaker than both the Grand Priest and Zeno. Otherwise, she wouldn't need his help. If she couldn't reach their level, then she was obviously no match for him.

Which meant he could kill her easily.

Gulp!

Twist swallowed hard. Goten's words carried an undeniable weight, and even she wasn't sure of the Grand Priestess's true strength. Goten had publicly traveled to his own time and space, so there was no turning back now.

"Alright, I understand! If there's nothing else, let's go now—if we can."

Twist could only bite the bullet and nod.

"I'm not familiar with this world, and there's no one here I need to see. Let's go."

Goten drained the last half of his glass, stood up, and paid the bill before following Twist out of the tavern.

"Mr. Goten, let's go."

With a wave of her staff, the two of them vanished from Earth in an instant.

The speed was far greater than that of an ordinary Angel. But to Goten, it was ridiculously slow.

They passed through something resembling a space-time barrier before arriving in a vast void. Before them stood a dark castle, its design reminiscent of a fairy tale villain's domain.

Goten could sense something unsettling within. The energy inside was stronger than that of Vados or Whis. But they were all Angel auras. Clearly, this was where the Angels gathered.

"Mr. Goten, we've arrived. I'll take you to see the Grand Priestess now."

Twist stepped forward, leading the way.

Goten, however, was curious. Judging by the environment, he had expected the Grand Priestess to be an old woman—wrinkled, aged, perhaps holding a staff like some kind of queen.

But as he entered the grand hall, he realized just how wrong he was.

Seated on the throne was not the elderly, withered figure he had imagined. Instead, she looked younger than Twist. She wore a black Angel uniform, her piercing blue eyes carrying an icy aura.

And then there was her figure—

Her chest was massive. Her face was flawless. Her body, devilishly alluring. And that chilling presence she radiated—undeniably, she was a peerless beauty.

Compared to Vados and Macarita, she might have already surpassed them.

"This is Mr. Goten."

As Goten observed her, the Grand Priestess finally spoke. Her voice was incomparably cold, like ice frozen for thousands of years. The moment she spoke, the temperature in the castle seemed to plummet.

In the past, he had thought Vados and the others had a cool demeanor. But he hadn't expected the Grand Priestess to lower the surrounding temperature just by opening her mouth.

"Ah, I'm Goten. I thought the Grand Priestess would be an old lady. Didn't expect you to be so much younger than I imagined."

Goten nodded, his tone slightly teasing. But he was only speaking the truth. The Grand Priestess before him was nothing like he had pictured. If anything, she looked like a young girl.

"Oh? Then tell me, Mr. Goten, what should the Mother of Angels look like?"

The Grand Priestess seemed intrigued. The corner of her mouth curled into what might have been a smile—though it was so forced and unnatural, it was clear she wasn't used to it.

"In my mind, the Grand Priestess should be at least sixty, with a wrinkled face. I didn't expect you to be so young. Of course, you so-called gods love using innocent appearances to fool people. I've long since gotten used to it."

Goten found a stool, sat down, and smirked.

He wasn't wrong.

Zeno, the Grand Priest—they all pretended to be kind, childish, or innocent, hiding their true nature.

And this Grand Priestess in front of him had probably lived for hundreds of millions of years, if not longer. Yet she still looked like this.

Clearly, just like Zeno and the Grand Priest, she was using some kind of trick.

"Oh? You seem to understand gods quite well. And your analysis is thorough. You're right—gods are like that. The Grand Priest, Zeno, and myself, we all are."

"But I'll tell you one thing. Unlike those two, this is just how I am. Angels don't age."

The Grand Priestess spoke lightly, but there was a sharpness in her tone.

In truth, she despised the Grand Priest and Zeno's hypocrisy. They acted superior, pretending to be merciful and naive while possessing the power to erase entire universes with a wave of their hands.

She had hated their deception for a long time.

But she had never possessed the absolute strength to overthrow them.

Her power was on par with the Grand Priest's. And despite her attempts to resist, she had always been cast back to this place.

This time, however, things were different.

With Goten's help, she had absolute confidence.

She could kill Zeno and the Grand Priest.

And finally, get her revenge.