"Muslim!" Flora exclaimed softly, with a hint of grief in her tone.

Poseidon smiled slightly: "Mousse, ...... you?"

"Mu-sama......" The gods said in a serious tone.

Mousse took an awkward step back, looking at the crowd and then at Apollo. At that moment, she saw Poseidon, who was at the end of the crowd.

Boy!

Mousse grinded his teeth viciously, this person can be said to be the culprit, so there is nothing wrong with leading the troubles to him, right?

"Hey, Poseidon!" Mousse suddenly stood on tiptoe and shouted in one direction.

“……?！” Immediately afterward, the eyes of all the gods turned straight to Poseidon.

Poseidon, who was waiting for a good show, slowly disappeared with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was slight: "You guys, what do you want me to do?"

The gods who seemed to be on the same team as Apollo instantly turned cold, smiled lightly, and said word by word: "Oh? What about you, Bo-Se-Winter?"

Poseidon quickly looked at Mousse, only to see that Mousse was smiling, but there was a fierce glint in his eyes.

"......" Poseidon: Good fellow, as for holding a grudge like this? This grudge has not changed for so many years.

Isn't it just that you are causing trouble?

Isn't it just calling these gods to watch a good show?

Isn't it just that I can't get used to Apollo's behavior?

That's it!

Mousse told him two words with a threatening look: As for.

Although Poseidon is not afraid of these gods, these gods also know his weaknesses. Oh, these people will slap them in the face! One by one, they are jealous of their handsome faces who don't have their own beauty, and these guys hit them in the face every time they fight, ah, damn it!

"I really didn't do anything." Poseidon was extremely innocent.

But when you should be a god, you have to be cowardly.

Flora's face quickly changed where the mousse couldn't see. He leaned over and stared at Poseidon's eyes with a gloomy face with a cold face, and his voice made people shudder: "So, why did the adults call your name?" Well? Explain, Poseidon?"

Poseidon watched Flora, the most difficult of these gods, speak, and felt a little bitter in his heart. It's not easy, it's just that I teased Mousse before, and these guys obviously don't know!

Here, Mousse looked at Poseidon, who was surrounded by the gods, weak and helpless, and only felt a burst of refreshment in his heart...... Let this guy still make himself faint and close the small black room, come on, a paper tiger.

What she didn't notice was that Apollo's gloomy mood was almost materialized. Originally, as the god of light, he was surrounded by a black depression that did not match his identity at all.

Mousse noticed that Apollo's hair was slowly turning black.

?！

Mousse stammered a few steps back, and his heart was very bottomless: "Ah, Apollo...... Your hair?"

Apollo slowly brushed up a strand of his hair, and looked at the ends of his hair that were getting darker, and he didn't say a word.

Mousse's sixth sense told himself that things were going to be big.

"Mousse, I said it all, you are my priest, isn't that enough?" Apollo's voice could not hear the emotion, but what Mousse felt was called the calm before the storm.

"Enough, of course enough!" Mousse, who was extremely eager to survive, replied quickly.