A老女人吗?
...Tsk.
Within the Divine Kingdom of the Cold Winter Goddess, in that realm of ice and snow belonging to Her, a barely audible, slightly vexed sound seemed to echo.
Even the gently falling snowflakes descended more hurriedly, causing the originally snugly sleeping little cat to shake its body discontentedly.
What an unpleasant and impolite term.
But as one of the most ancient of the Ancient Gods, She has long passed the stage where age incites anger.
Age to Her is merely an ever-accumulating number, hardly a factor that affects Her mood.
Conversely, Her extended age grants Her greater strength, becoming a source for Her composure.
Indeed.
She does not mind, one bit!
["...Tsk."]
If it were before, the Cold Winter Goddess indeed wouldn't care about such meaningless things as age.
But now it's different.
After harboring some special feelings for Herbert, the Cold Winter Goddess started minding Her own age.
It can only be said...
Women's hearts are complicated.
