She has no doubt that this was the plan of Maha, but she was the Goddess of Death and War. What did they expect? Perhaps it wasn't right to think like that since no one besides Akuko and Ohta knew her true identity. Maha was either in awe or in shock, but the demi couldn't tell which one it was more of. She looked at them still as she waited for them to go. Maybe this will test to see how they will react and what they will do if plans don't go according to plan. The demi hasn't slept in months, months her eyes have not rested into a slumber. After she takes care of Joya, she will finally rest, but how long will her body sleep for?
She finally saw Maha snap out of it as they ran off. The sleepy Demigod probably had a bad time listening to the actual plan. Was it her fault? Not precisely as the fear of dying somehow again and again came to mind since she was a wanted person by the Mighty Shogun. She has hired assassins, nobles of Joya, mages high and low to find and kill her. It took them many years for them to catch her off guard as Quillareine, remembering being stabbed from behind by an unknown person. She shakes off the thought and starts to run behind Maha, Ohta floating beside her. She moved out of the way of the death that surrounded them.
Her tired eyes finally looked at the mistress of this Daimyo who was on their knees, crying. She yawned softly as it did not bother her one bit. Walking up slowly she then gazed deathly at the woman. "Where's the coward?", she questioned her. She shook her head, didn't want to talk. She sighed softly and kneels down, catching her face with her hand to force her to look up at her. "Where... is... he?", she ghostly spoke as her abyssal eyes looked into her brown ones. "You tell me and I will promise salvation upon your soul," she whispered in Joyan. Her eyes cornered to look at the wardrobe and she chuckles darkly. The wardrobe was now rumbling as someone was trying to get comfortable in there. "The wardrobe," she insisted to Maha. Mishiko kept an eye on the Mistress in the meantime.
Before Maha could get to the wardrobe though, they popped out of there and bowed down like a coward. "P-please! I don't know who you are or -", they were about to say till they got a good look at the two. He gulped nervously and started now talking.
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