In the dream, the God of Forest Cats was still making small talk with Wendy, the conversation wandering from the Tideweaver all the way to the days when he had still been a Demigod.
"I remember that not long after I became a Demigod, I happened across a Goblin who wasn't even as tall as my claws. I must have had far too much time on my hands back then. I didn't realize he was the Tideweaver, and I discussed magic with him for months. Later, when I went a step further and became an Orthodox God, I was even inspired by those conversations..."
After listening for a while, Wendy suddenly realized that a bona fide god was chatting with her about everyday matters. It finally dawned on her that this one probably had something to ask of her.
At long last, when the Big Cat paused, Wendy cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, you came to see me..."
"Ah, I've wandered off topic. The last time we met, I could already tell that you were a rare talent among Mages. If you could receive the guidance of an Ancient God like the Tideweaver, you should be able to ascend to Divine Rank within a few years!"
The Big Cat still did not open his eyes, merely shaking his head as he said, "But I am not a deity of that level and cannot offer you such guidance. I can only let you experience the state of a higher rank."
"Uh... Your Majesty..." Wendy's body trembled as she abruptly recalled the last time she had seen him in a dream.
Facing the will of an Orthodox God, even with the protection of the Legend Saranir, she, Gleia, and Sophia should never have had any chance of confronting it head-on. Yet not only