Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

As Filga finished his verdict, six chains gleaming with golden light extended from the judgement stand. Two of them were wrapped around Sifler's neck and waist, and the remaining four tightly locked Sifler's limbs with shackles.

No matter how humiliated and unwilling his expression was, under the absolute pressure of force majeure, he could only kneel on the ground in shackles.

The Inquisitor stepped down from the main seat of the courtroom, walked step by step to Severus, and looked down at Him from above.

"Sifle, when you stood up and testified against Filga, didn't you ever think about the consequences of developing feelings for him?"

Severus showed a sarcastic look on her face and sneered.

The boy's pale and gloomy face was full of irony.

The judge stared at him and said calmly, "I think you should be clear."

"Then, can you tell me what caused the god who controls the night to develop feelings that should never exist in just a dozen days?"

Severus laughed out loud.

He looked at the judge with amusement and said word by word, "Good question, Judge. I also want to know why I could develop feelings in such a short time. I am also curious myself, how could I have feelings."

"Shouldn't you first ask my teacher, the deputy judge sitting next to you, what he has done in the fairy tale world he is in charge of?"

It was no secret among the gods that Sifler was once a student of Filga.

Of course, their different philosophies as teacher and student led to their final separation, which was no secret among the gods.

Sifler mentioned Filga at this moment, obviously intending to drag him into the water.

I have to say, this move of bringing trouble to the east was really brilliant.

As a result, Filga, who was originally just sitting there watching, inexplicably became involved in the incident and became a party to it.

So the gods who were originally watching the scene couldn't help but shift their gaze to Filga following Sifler's words.

Filga did not go down with the Inquisitor. He still sat high in his seat. When he heard Sifler mention him, his expression did not change at all.

"I have done so many things in the fairy tale world. Lady Severus can tell me in detail what I have done."

Filga said casually: "Also, Lady Sifler may not have a good memory. We have no relationship for 600 years. My only students are Galan and Arthur."

"Yes, your only dear students are Galan and Arthur. How can I compare with them?"

Sifler raised her head and met Filga's gaze, the chains on her body rattling with her movements.

He almost gnashed his teeth and said, "Felga, Teacher, Deputy Judge, what am I in your eyes? Among all the clergy, I am not worthy to be your colleague; in front of Galan and Arthur, I am not worthy to be your student; and now, in front of a lowly fairy tale derivative creation that is no different from an ant, am I not worthy to be compared with them?"

"Why? Why is such a lowly thing worth your efforts and your attention?"

Filga lowered his eyes and looked at him, then suddenly smiled.

He slowly walked down from the high seat, walked step by step to Sifler, half-knelt down, stared at Sifler from a close distance, and said in a very light voice:

"Please repeat what you just said. Hmm?"

The drama of teachers and students quarreling with each other, even if they are just former teachers and students, is still exciting.