The room stayed quiet for a while before the World's hoarse voice sounded. "Miss Fortune, that's taking fate a little too far."
After considering it for a moment, Alice raised her head with a solemn expression. "How about you design a ritual for me?"
The World asked, "Why don't you just have me come up with your honorific name too?"
"Because," Alice replied, resting her chin on her hand, "someone already did that for me."
The World's mouth twitched. "Fine. No problem. Whatever you say."
After a pause, he asked, "Who came up with it?"
"You've met him." Alice blinked. "That Snake of Mercury."
Klein fell into deep thought within the gray fog.
Alger fell into deep thought in his seat.
Is it fashionable for High-Sequence Beyonders to have their enemies come up with their honorific names?
Audrey glanced at Alice. The answer was unexpected, yet somehow made perfect sense. She had always felt Miss Fortune was the kind of god who would make her followers come up with her honorific name themselves.
Cattleya glanced at Audrey, then raised a question of her own. "Miss Fortune, do you have... a holy bible, doctrines, or anything like that?"
Alice blinked twice.
Cattleya read the answer from Alice's expression. With little hope left, she asked, "Then do you have any deeds people know about that I could draw on?"
Alice kept blinking.
Cattleya finally understood the World's pain. She took a deep breath. "In that case, the result may not be what you're hoping for."
Alice frowned in distress and muttered, "Why is this so much trouble... Are there really this many things to do?"
Cattleya suddenly felt a twinge of concern for Miss Fortune's future followers. Then she realized she ought to be worried about her own predicament first. She sighed.