"Calling upon a god?"
Shade pursed his lips.
"Yes, it wasn't a misunderstanding or hallucination. It took me a lot of effort to make up my mind to tell you about this before Saturday morning. Yes, there's something special about me. I can serve as a vessel for a god's descent, but I won't suffer much harm myself."
"Oh, so that's how it was. We thought your immunity to the Witch Curse was already extraordinary enough. To think that the one who had been living alongside us was actually the vessel of some ancient Great One. You could practically be called a God-Favored One."
Miss Benanis spoke with considerable reverence. In fact, she was not the only one who thought of Shade as a "God-Favored One." But in truth, he was not. He was the Moon God Himself.
"If you wanted to tell us about this, you could have done so in another way—one that wasn't quite so frightening—instead of putting on a performance right in front of us. No, that's the wrong word. Ascension isn't quite right either. In any case, that scene was simply too shocking. I even dreamed about it again last night."
Miss Sylvia covered her forehead.
"We won't ask who that ancient Moon God is. That isn't something we should know. But you need to tell us this: does that ancient god have any believers besides you? Or rather, apart from us, do you have any other helpers around you?"
"No. My only helpers are you, Luvia, and Iluna. As for that ancient Moon God... well, you can think of Him as having departed long ago. Only I, who span across time, can contact Him."
After hearing Shade say that, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to brighten. Perhaps to the Witches, the fact that Shade was