"Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"
Silence. Utter silence. No one dared to speak. For the first time, pale pink cherry blossoms drifted across the mountaintop. A solemn shikigami hovered behind her, her pink hair fluttering without wind, and Hoshino radiated absolute authority.
Since the divine one had said Yae Sakura was also a god, then Yae Sakura was a god.
A pseudo-Herrscher was still a Herrscher.
Hoshino looked around at the bowed figures everywhere. No one uttered a word. Satisfied, she nodded.
"Your wish has come true."
She turned to the bewildered Pramanix. "The people of the mountain will no longer hunt you. You can choose a place and live freely. You don't have to stay in Lungmen, and you don't have to be some so-called rapper anymore. That was only a last resort to hide your identity."
"..."
Pramanix did not respond. She was still immersed in overwhelming shock.
"How did you do it?"
"The mountain's god descended upon you as a vessel. Then we had a chat and became good friends. It was that simple."
"Mm."
Pramanix merely hummed in response. Though devout believers could seal their mouths, ears, and hearts, she was still unaccustomed to discussing such private matters before so many people. She hurriedly pulled Hoshino away to somewhere without any followers.
"So... was all of that fake?"
Once they reached a silent, deserted place, Pramanix suddenly revealed an unreasonable worry. "Was going to Lungmen the divine one's arrangement, rather than my own free will?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
Though she wanted to comfort her, Hoshino could only tell Pramanix the truth.
"But things have taken a turn. After my strenuous persuasion, your divine one gave you a long vacation. From now on, every action you take will be entirely of your own will. No great being will