Alice tilted her head and chuckled.
"I left that prophecy behind.
"Miss Hermit, is that enough to count as a legend?"
Her guess confirmed, Cattleya lowered her head and answered cautiously:
"Even if I portrayed you as a god who had returned, that would only count as a deed from after your return..."
Alice looked at her through half-lidded eyes, propped her chin on one hand, and tapped the table twice.
"Then what should we do?
"We can't actually tell people Evernight used to be my Blessed... I should probably ask what she her—what the Goddess herself wants first."
Alger showed the sharp reflexes he had honed over the years. The moment Alice began speaking, he swiftly lowered his head.
Cattleya kept her head down. Her lips moved twice, but no words came out.
From within the Gray Fog, Mr. Fool chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
"Why don't you ask Evernight, then?"
Alice fell silent for over ten seconds before raising a hand to cover her face.
"The last time I saw her, I asked if she could take her Mythical Creature Form so I could pet her..."
That was the tactful version. Audrey immediately remembered the way Alice had looked at Susie and understood her perfectly.
So the Goddess's Mythical Creature Form is something like Susie? No, Audrey, stop thinking about it!
Audrey struggled to cut off that train of thought.
Alger fared little better. He remembered Alice asking whether the Lord of Storms had an octopus head, and from the bottom of his heart, he felt this question was entirely in character for her.
That did nothing to lessen his shock.
Derrick, whom Alice had once scolded for blasphemy, glanced at her hesitantly. Miss Fortune, he realized, had a unique expertise in blasphemy.
Fors sat there