The god said:
"Divide it into three rounds and show me your talents. Then, give a petal to the companion you believe to be the most talented. The Lucky One with the most petals will be the winner among you. This will be an interesting Banquet Game. Honestly accept the results of the contest and give out those petals. Otherwise, the flowers and butterflies will punish you. And if all of your talents are unbearably vulgar, then I have the right to refuse everyone's request."
In other words, if the god was dissatisfied with the final result, then even if someone received the most petals, no one would be able to earn the favor of the Butterfly God's followers.
When this god spoke of punishment for dishonesty, Shade somehow found himself picturing everyone being swallowed by a swarm of insects. The Butterfly God did not sound like an evil god, but Shade still felt that this deity was not truly as absolutely innocent as delicate flowers and dancing butterflies.
"Then, how are we supposed to display our talents and enjoy this feast of the earth?"
Setting those jumbled thoughts aside for the moment, Shade asked again. He had thought this would be another task involving tasting food and wine, or gathering betrothal gifts and sacrifices.
"The butterflies I favor enjoy mortal songs. Since this is a banquet where mortals have invited me, then here, sing beautiful songs for the flowers, the butterflies, and the feast."
The god gave Its answer in a voice so sweet and melodious. The three people with lowered heads glanced at one another's expressions, wanting to see what the others thought. Naturally, Mr. Lehmann still cautiously avoided making eye contact with the witch.
"God, I do not seek the favor of Your followers. I merely wish