Amid the holy light and hymns, Angel and Laplace walked step by step into the depths of the temple.
With every passage of light they crossed,
a fairy wrapped in ribbons would emerge from the sacred stained-glass windows on either side, offering them the most devout gaze, as though performing a silent hymn of praise.
Before long, they reached the end of the temple.
A pure white statue stood within a halo of light.
According to what Laplace had said before, this statue was the Divine Blood Clone. Yet when Angel looked up and examined it closely, he found that she did not resemble the Divine Blood Clone at all.
It was a woman who looked far more severe.
By human standards of beauty, she was not pretty, but she possessed a more heroic bearing.
She held a measuring cup in one hand and a set square in the other. She looked solemn and dignified. Rather than a divine statue, she resembled a female scientist's self-made statue.
She lacked the distant air of a god. Instead, she carried an unyielding devotion to the pursuit of truth.
"This is the appearance of the Meticulous God of Error Correction," Laplace said flatly. "More precisely, this was how her believers in her original world saw her, but this was not the Meticulous God of Error Correction's true appearance either."
"Her true form was, in fact, a mass of luminous mist. The gods there were all born of believers, stepping forth from the light and mist."
That was why the Meticulous God of Error Correction had never cared about her appearance.
Even if she now wore Laplace's face, it made no difference to her.
"Gods who stepped out of light and mist..." Angel said. "That world sounds interesting."
Laplace nodded. "It is very interesting.