Asgard. 

“”How did you end up against him?”” 

Gabriel frowned as she was thinking about Grid’s new sword and armor. It was because Metatron’s question after being reborn in a reserve body was unpleasant. 

“To be exact, he went against us. He dared to challenge the Goddess’ authority.” 

“”Seeing how sensitive you are, Gabriel, you must’ve also contributed to this relationship.”” 

“You are talking nonsense because you don’t know anything. He was hostile to Asgard even before I met you.” 

How could a doll who was obsessed with instinct shift the blame onto her? Gabriel lost her composure and was growing angry again. Then Metatron offered her comfort that wasn’t really comfort. 

“”The good news is that the level of the apostle doesn’t match the master. Is he called Braham? He is too inferior compared to the chief gods who worship the Goddess. The other apostles must be like that as well. Grid might be special as an individual, but in terms of power, the surface is no match for Asgard.”” 

“Of course. There is no need to even talk about this.” 

“”However, there will be a few crises if you provoke Grid.”” 

“...I won’t do that,” Gabriel replied angrily and...