152 DANCE WITH MY FATHER

"AH, winter is approaching, isn't it?"

Neoma's brows furrowed in confusion when Yule, the Moon God himself, suddenly brought up winter after she and her Papa Boss declined his request to see them dance.

"You see, our little princess, I'm the kind of person who acts on a whim," Yule said brightly even though his words sounded ominous. "If you make me upset, I might end up creating snowstorms here and there."

And the god followed that threat with a "gentle" laugh.

Neoma, in disbelief, whispered the word that she hadn't uttered for so long. "Scumbag."

But Yule obviously heard her because they suddenly stopped laughing.

On the other hand, her Papa Boss stifled a laugh. Then, the emperor coughed in an attempt to cover it up.

"Ah, pardon my vulgar vocabulary," she said, then she gave the god her infamous arrogant smirk. "I should have said 'may your hairline decline each time your divine mouth sprouts garbage' instead."