บท 464: Epic meeting.

It's still me, the sage of sages.

This name is rude for an ignorant person like me who didn't even know that he was affected by a curse.

Yes, especially from someone, who refuses the treatment assigned to him by the goddess, who wanted to save him; going so far as to fight against her.

It is the brainless mortals who think so.

To avoid being misunderstood and being categorized in this class, I must wash my honor to regain my title of the most sage.

It is not easy to be the mediator of these two monsters with disproportionate intelligence; to do so, you have to be smarter than them.

Who is more qualified for this position if only me; the god(dess) of wisdom?

I am not trying to justify myself, but to show the facts that will lead you to understand even a roof can, my dangerously divine intellect.

First clue,

Did I know that this woman's tea was actually holy water disguised as poison?

The answer is yes of course.