Look What You've Done

It was another beautiful day.

Roland rubbed his waist and got up from the bed. Andonara was still sleeping.

Women always slept better at times like this.

He was wondering whether he should have a chat with Vivian or go study magic when a figure teleported into the middle of the garden.

It was the wingless angel Nia.

When she saw Roland, her eyes lit up and she ran over to him, saying, "By the way, the goddess sent word to me yesterday that she wanted you to go and meet her."

With that said, Nia twitched her nose and circled Roland a few times, her small, smooth, pretty nose twitching slightly as she said, "You smell very strongly of divinity, Mystra's divinity."

Roland froze, thinking to himself that Nia had a dog's nose to be able to smell this.

Seeing Roland's look, Nia pouted. "You actually completely defected to the Goddess of Magic. Our goddess treated you so well in vain, traitor."

Oh… treated me so well?