just like we discussed

Deathbelle held tightly to her daughter, unsurprised by the muffled answer that came to her question. She sighed inwardly, doing her best to put on a strong and supportive front as she said her goodbyes. Belle breathed in softly as Pesto leaned back to make eye contact, the Empress nodded her head in return. ”Always.” She reassured her. ”Whoever denies you would be a fool to do so.” She encouraged her with a soft smile. The bittersweet of the moment was not lost on the Klein goddess. ”I know you will.” She assured the yearling. ”Take over the world my sweet child. Return to me one day with messages of your victories.” She had every confidence in her daughter, Pestilence would go into the world and show it what a true Klein was made of.