In the silent banquet hall, the Saint's pressure bore down on everyone. If not for Night Manor's special nature, and the deity deliberately restraining Himself, Shade would likely have been the only one capable of sitting here.
"I understand, God. Thank you for allowing me to attend Your banquet."
Shade nodded as he spoke those pretty words about not wanting Gold Pounds, while glancing at the other five people around the table.
These five had come here of their own accord because of their respective desires, hoping to achieve goals beyond mortal reach by attending the banquet. Therefore, they were not surprised by the deity's instructions.
But they actually dared to seek help from an evil god. Were people of the Fifth Epoch all this courageous?
Shade thought silently.
After a snap of the fingers, a glass goblet appeared beside each person.
"The unexpected guest seems unable to remain at the banquet for long. Then this time, let us first taste the blood each of you has brought, and then listen to your stories. That will surely be quite interesting. Next time, I will provide my Blood Brew, and after you taste it, you will each offer your thoughts. As for the final time, we may taste the three kinds of blood brought by the unexpected guest. If you survive, you will naturally receive My blessing."
After speaking, He paused and looked at Shade:
"You are the same."
Other than Shade, the remaining five each took out a sealed container they had brought with them.
The middle-aged, half-bald king held a smooth silver bottle sealed at its mouth with tin; the armored old man produced a somewhat worn leather waterskin, tightly plugged with a wooden stopper; the Witch took out a pure gold cube. Shade recognized it—Miss Feliana's notebook had