"At least you're honest."
Shade admitted that as well. Most of the promises he made would be fulfilled, and honesty was one of the few qualities he took pride in.
Next, the four of them were to judge one another's poems and select the best one. Thus, Shade naturally received the petals of the other three, while he gave his own petal to Mr. Lehmann. His poem had been written by someone else; when it came to composing poetry, Mr. Lehmann was indeed superior.
Just as last time, the Butterfly God could also bestow two petals to indicate Its preferences. Two petals drifted out, crossing over the gold and silver tableware and delicacies. One stopped beside Mr. Lehmann's hand, while the other stopped beside Nun Perry's hand.
So far, Shade had received six petals, Witches Blanchett had one, Nun Perry had one, and Mr. Lehmann had four. Though Mr. Lehmann was in the lead, six petals remained to be given in the final round. Thus, it was still too early to say that Mr. Lehmann would definitely be the ultimate winner.
After this round ended, the god did not give each person a separate gift. Instead, It directly announced the third activity of the banquet:
"The original plan was to have you tell stories about butterflies, but I have already received the stories."
It smiled at Shade, and his guess had unexpectedly been wrong.
"Then what are we doing last?"
He asked softly, deeply worried that the remaining time would not be enough for him to resolve the trouble. But the god merely pointed above their heads, at the swarms of butterflies circling beneath the underground heavenly light:
"Mortals, at last, show Me your understanding of the beauty of butterflies. There are 178753 butterflies here. Each of you shall choose