"Without a doubt, the Goddess answered my prayer. Otherwise, the sketch on the paper wouldn't have vanished for no reason... But what did that mean?"
After hurriedly clearing away the temporary altar, Angel took the pristine sketch paper to the living room and pondered the meaning of the prayer's result beneath the dim gaslight.
According to records within the Church and rumors among wild Beyonders, divine revelations were mostly this vague and ambiguous. Receiving a revelation only meant that communication with the deity had succeeded. After receiving divine revelation, there were plenty who misunderstood it, or even interpreted it in the opposite direction.
"Was the other party merely an insignificant person with no danger worth paying attention to? Or did no Beyonder capable of tampering with others' memories exist at all, and this was just my persecution complex?"
She picked up the white paper and examined it closely, trying to find some remaining trace upon it. Unfortunately, the pencil drawing seemed to have been carefully erased with an eraser, leaving behind not the slightest scratch or mark.
"Could it be that the other party has a special identity, to the point that even the Goddess..."
The moment the thought arose, Angel forcibly cut off her train of thought. This was utter disrespect toward the Goddess!
Drawing the Crimson Moon over her chest, Angel did not dare continue thinking about it.
"In any case, I've already 'reported' the matter. I've also recorded yesterday's memories and placed them in the drawer as an archive. I've done everything I can and everything I should..."
Angel tossed the blank card onto the table and collapsed onto the sofa.
*If I've really provoked some Sequence 4, or even higher Sequence Beyonder, there's no point in resisting. They might have altered my memories without me realizing