"Yes. May I ask, is it possible for a mortal to become a god?"
Shade, whose thoughts had been exposed, did not deny it. As he asked the question, he raised his head and faced the Old God directly. The golden cracks on his body resembled the afterglow of a bonfire, so similar to the bright gold in the god's hair.
Miss Feliana seemed to understand something at that moment.
The god continued to smile and gave the Outlander an answer:
"It is impossible. At least in this era and in yours, it is absolutely impossible."
Shade nodded.
"Then I—"
"That is a question I cannot answer."
"Then you—"
"Long ago, I once took the form of a saint and walked the Material World alongside that Great One, the Tree Father. At that time, I was Princess Tavel of the elven royal family. From the way mortals addressed me, you should understand that I was merely the god of space. Tree's Kiss tells a story of the past. The Ancient God who has long departed—the Father of Infinite Tree—bestowed part of His power upon me, granting me the divine authorities of time and nature."
Her voice was like an ethereal song, like the gentlest lullaby in a silent night, and like old pages in an empty, hushed library reciting stories of the past to themselves.
The Moon Witch had already closed her eyes, lowered her head, and covered her ears. Miss Feliana had closed her eyes and turned her head aside. The golden cracks on Shade's body had fully appeared, yet he still wished to investigate further.
"You were originally a god. Ancient Gods are deities who existed at the beginning of the world, so what exactly are Old Gods—"
"That is also a question I cannot answer."
The god