Lungmen's convoy would depart in six minutes.
They were clearly seeing off Kjerag's god, but as an accompanying member, Hoshino felt as though she was being sent away too. Her expression turned a little strange. Looking out the window, she saw Madam Wei studying the god who had descended upon the Saintess with great interest. It was not a reverent upward gaze, but close scrutiny. She found it quite fascinating.
When she said she only understood the relevant culture and was not a real priestess, she had not been lying.
There was no reverence in Madam Wei's eyes.
If she had been involved in that religion system that devoured people whole, there was no way she could look so relaxed and natural.
"So this is a god?"
She scratched her head. "Her breasts are pretty big."
"Don't say that so loudly. Be careful, or she'll get out and scratch you."
Wei Yenwu reminded his wife. The two of them looked perfectly harmonious, less like an old married couple and more like lovers on their honeymoon. Governor Wei had never cared about showing affection in public, while Madam Wei often coughed to remind her husband to mind his image.
"You keep your voice down too!"
That was what Princess Wen Yue said just then, and Wei Yenwu scratched his head and admitted his mistake without a trace of guilt.
Hoshino turned to look at the god.
"You aren't angry, are you?"
"No. It's actually nice to see people who are so fearless."
The god was observing humanity as well. This place was different from the snowy mountains, and this married couple was rather interesting too—the sort of people she liked.
Arene wheeled himself slowly up the accessible ramp and into a van. His entire body was wrapped in bandages, and he