"..."
Faced with Annie's question, the flashy man didn't answer right away. He had strange golden skin and a smile that made him look suave and debonair. His clothes and accessories were extravagantly luxurious, and a powerful, warm, sunlike divine force radiated from him in all directions.
Instead, he kept sizing up little Annie, who was sitting on the edge of another floating island about a hundred meters away, watching the show. His eyes were a little different from a normal person's, and they even glimmered faintly in that damn Dungeon.
The body he was using was only an avatar he had hastily created to descend here. It wasn't his true body. Still, this was the personal arrival of the so-called "Lord of the Morning." Beings like him, who possessed powerful divine might, could usually discern certain details about a person, even if not with perfect clarity. And he could make out at least a little about that little girl.
"You..."
"Are you from another plane, too?"
After weighing Annie's answer, her expression, and certain fluctuations of magic around her, he seemed to reach a tentative conclusion. Only then did he call out softly to her from afar.
The distance between them was considerable, but this was an underground cavern, a relatively enclosed space. Even speaking softly didn't hinder their conversation.
"Yeah!"
(o▽)o
"Who are you?"
("He")
Annie called back boldly and cheerfully from the distance. Unlike those obsequious priests, she made no effort to hide her curiosity or her unconcerned attitude. She treated the odd fellow as if he were just some random passerby who didn't matter.
"Impudent!"
The female priest who had just ordered the last of the surviving priests to make a desperate stand against Samascht sprang to her feet. Gripping the longsword at her waist, she