I would be lying when I say that being called a goddess did not flatter me. And I would also be lying if I say that a part of me did not wish to run away right now as Custard and I were being escorted by these tribe people.

I was riding on the back of my familiar and looked at the people suspiciously as the two females walked on either side of us. The two men were walking at the back while the one young male was leading us through the forest.

‘Custard? Do you really think that ...