The next morning.
The Dolphin quietly left the harbor of Golden Gallon Port, just as quietly as it had arrived.
Dora had actually been quite interested in staying a few more days to look around, but there were simply too many people here.
Thanks to the media's extensive coverage, practically everyone in Golden Gallon Port knew about her, the guest from Alpha Centauri.
Including the psychic powers.
Although The Alliance had never implied that this spiritual power had anything to do with religious faith, Dora could still feel the tidal-wave-like fervor directed at her.
Ever since the major evening papers had published the relevant information, people had been blocking their way everywhere they went.
Even as the group was leaving Golden Gallon Port, a pilgrimage-like scene had erupted at the docks, nearly causing a stampede.
"Esteemed... Miss Dora, my left eyelid has been twitching lately. Could you please do me the honor of telling my fortune?"
"Y-you can see dead people, right? Could you please take a look at my father..."
"My lady! I-I-I'm one of the Ratfolk! I offer incense to the Rat God every day, but I've been praying for twenty years and still haven't gotten rich. Could you tell me whether the Rat God is even still around? Or is... the Silver Moon Goddess more powerful?"
"By the Tree of Insov! Please grant me safety!"
Most of them were merely there to watch the excitement, and only a small portion were truly "devout," but even that was terrifying enough.
After all, Golden Gallon Port had an enormous population. The surging crowd had nearly squeezed the guards maintaining order into the sea.
The sight of countless people worshipping in unison startled Dora, leaving her at a loss for what to do.
Fortune-telling?
What was that?
Was it their