Milmina's words fell, and the entire conference hall fell silent for a time. No one had ever anticipated such a path: letting the Goddess of Magic carry out the transformation of Ancestor's Peak, even becoming part of the observation device's core. This exceeded every previous contingency plan, to the point that even Gawain had to carefully reconsider the feasibility from the very beginning.
After several minutes of silence, a somewhat deep and steady voice finally broke it. It was King of Dwarves Morton Magma. The old dwarf, as sturdy as stone, with dark red hair and beard, braced both hands against the table and fixed Milmina with a keen gaze. "But there is a problem... Lady, if you lend us your aid, will it cause the Divine Throne of the God of Magic to reconnect with the mortal world?"
Milmina calmly met the dwarf king's gaze, a faint smile appearing beneath her veil. "Throughout this entire process, has anyone prayed for the Goddess of Magic to descend upon the mortal world?"
"Well... probably not," Morton Magma said, stroking his beard and slowly shaking his head. "And even if there were signs of that by then, the Inquisition Monks of the Arbitration Court would stamp it out beforehand."
"Then neither am I doing this because of mortal prayers," Milmina said blandly. "This will be an act of my own free will, an action voluntarily taken by a powerful mage named 'Milmina.' It has nothing to do with faith, nor is it a resonance of public sentiment. And I need to correct one thing you said, Morton. This is not 'lending a hand'—when faced with the fate of this world, gods have never been 'outsiders.' You are saving the world you live in, and I am saving the world I live in."