Dianna said, "I came here after making my decision, and I have no intention of turning back now. So please, just register my name and let us get this over with."
Aishvara gave her a delighted smile. "Oh, stubborn as ever. You really are your mother's daughter, aren't you? I only hope you've remembered what that particular trait earned her in the end."
She caught the flash of rage in Dianna's eyes and, with a satisfied little smile, turned away before lazily stretching her arms.
"Very well, very well. Who am I to stand in the way of young blood determined to burn itself alive? I'm merely a poor old woman whose only duty these days is to record their names and feed them into the registration orb so the gods can be notified."
"Amnesia, bring me the women who assist with registration. It seems another one of our ambitious little heirs has decided to volunteer for the slaughter."
