“Wait.” 

Grid got dressed first. It was a formal garment from the prince of the Luvia Principality and there were many decorations and straps. It was made from gorgeous red silk that blended well with the fluttering style. Grid had not been pleased with this gift. It was because it took at least five minutes to change into. He suspected that the prince was deliberately fucking with him. 

The Luvia Principality was an ally due to their marriage promise to the Gauss Kingdom, but it wouldn’t be strange if it surrendered on the surface while making dirty moves behind his back. Yet at this moment, his doubts were completely eliminated. 

‘Wearing it at times like this is helpful for thinking of the truth.’ 

Venice, the god of money—there was no notice of her visit. 

Grid suddenly encountered her in undergarments. It was a difficult situation to stay calm. He needed time to clear up the confusion. In that respect, this outfit was a great help. He was able to earn enough time while putting on the clothes. 

‘It is unlikely that Venice is one of the main gods.’ 

Worldly desires were a far cry from divinity. Rather, it belonged to things that were considered vulgar. Apart from some merchants, few people worshipped the god of money. It was highly likely that Venice was on the weak side in Asgard. 

‘That’s why she wants change.’ 

The more she was lacking, the more she dreamed of transformation. Venice wouldn’t be united...