By the time Ivette returned to the manor, dusk had completely settled over the land, and sparse, dim yellow lights had begun to glow throughout the town. Their light diffused through the damp, murky air like diluted pus, staining the potholed streets with patches of ambiguous warmth.
She pushed open the creaking wooden door and entered the foyer, telling the two maids to sort out their own dinner and not to worry about hers. She still could not accept the Western Continent's dietary habits, where insects, slime, and strange pickled things formed the staple fare, so she simply went hungry.
Shana and Mira hurriedly nodded, both looking as though they had something to say. Ivette looked at them. "If you have questions, just ask."
Shana spoke first. Strong curiosity appeared on her mature, dignified face. "Witch, who exactly are you? You have no demon markings, so you do not look like an Awakened one. And even among the Awakened, I have never heard of anyone in our race possessing abilities like yours."
Ivette pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "I am not an Awakened one. I am an agent of the goddess's will. All my power comes from the great God of Encounters, the Silver Witch."
Shana and Mira both froze, softly repeating, "A goddess..."
It was surprising, but the more they thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. After all, such incomprehensible power could seemingly only be explained as a Gift from a god.
Moreover, the Silver Witch had deep ties with the Supreme Demon King. Compared to the Demon God, who was not particularly fond of the Demon Race, the Silver Witch was indeed more trustworthy.
Seeing their enlightened expressions, Ivette added, "As long as you sincerely contribute to the goddess, you too will receive Gifts