"Then let's start the blessing." Lilina clapped her hands happily, instantly drawing everyone's attention. She circled the two cribs again and again, then finally stopped after stirring up enough curiosity. Scratching the back of her head, she muttered, "Come to think of it, how exactly does this blessing thing work?"
"Ding Dang doesn't know either..."
The little Bean Sprout goddess sitting atop her head also shook her head in confusion.
"Eh? I remember the goddess gave me a few little booklets about religious rites..."
"Ding Dang bought those during a huge bookstore sale. Ding Dang didn't know what they were for, but they were cheap, so Ding Dang bought them first and gave them to you afterward—but didn't Lilina write lots of little booklets too? About religious ceremonies and stuff..."
Lilina scratched her hair, nearly knocking her own goddess off her head. "Damn it, who remembers that stuff? Why else would I keep publishing new editions of the Bible? Because I forgot the old ones."
Ding Dang immediately cried out, "Wow, then what exactly are Ding Dang's doctrines?"
"Uh, that really is a problem."
"...How about asking a Heroic Spirit? They should know Ding Dang's doctrines, right?"
"Yeah, then we can say: Excuse me, who am I again?"
"Ding Dang thinks that could work."
Lilina: "That's unbelievably lame..."
By now, everyone was dumbfounded. The moment Lilina had eagerly run up to make a fool of herself, I knew this girl was going to mess things up, but I never expected that she and Ding Dang working together could take things this far. Gods and priests this unreliable should have been a rare sight in the world, yet they were actually discussing what their own doctrines were on the spot—and that wasn't even the scary part. The scary part was that