The Evernight Goddess

"Hello, fellow countryman."

Upon seeing the Evernight Goddess, Edwin immediately waved in greeting.

He spoke not in the Loen language of this world, but in English from his previous life...

The Evernight Goddess's figure stiffened for an instant.

Something deep within those eyes reflecting the stars contracted sharply.

The suffocating, divine aura of tranquility around her showed a crack for the first time.

"...How did you know?"

Her voice was no longer the grand, distant declaration from before, but carried a tremor she tried desperately to suppress yet could not fully conceal. It was still cold and detached, but now held a trace of humanity...

"I was only seventy percent sure at first."

"But when you appeared here in this way, I became completely certain."

Edwin spread his hands as he answered.

"First, that initial warning showed that you were a high-sequence powerhouse.

And in this world, high-sequence potions are controlled by the churches and royal families.

On top of that, you told me to join the Steam Church, which basically ruled out anyone outside the three major orthodox churches.

Then there were the concealment characteristics you displayed. From the beginning, I had narrowed it down to the Church of Evernight..."

"Then came the electric light incident."

Edwin's "gaze" seemed to pierce through the shadows around the goddess.

"Night is your authority, and light is the most direct challenge to that authority.

The Lord of Storms' church reacted fiercely, which fit their doctrine and divinity.

But your church, though it also protested, was far too mild...

A true god born into this world would never be so restrained in the face of such provocation.

Unless... that god herself understood another meaning behind 'lights and electricity'..."

"Finally, there was your visit tonight."

"A deity personally pulled a 'blasphemer' into her dream