Yae Sakura went up the mountain.
The god of the snow mountain had no physical form and could only communicate through vessels, delivering the snow mountain's divine revelations.
Texas drove on, but the farther she went, the stranger it felt. Why were the streets lined with people? They wore no matching uniforms, yet they all shared the same solemn expressions. The streets were so clean they seemed deserted, making it feel like they were driving in a parade.
"Not really used to this."
Texas muttered to herself.
"What's the big deal? They've already put on such a show. There'll probably be flowers and a red carpet later." Yae Sakura shook her head calmly.
Sure enough, flowers soon appeared.
White petals drifted through the air like fluttering cabbage white butterflies, only to be ruthlessly crushed into the ground beneath the wheels. Texas silently turned on the wipers. After staring blankly for a while, she turned around and asked, "Want me to open the sunroof, slow down to twenty, and have you stick your upper body out to wave at them?"
"No need."
Yae Sakura ruthlessly rejected Texas.
She could tell that Texas genuinely wanted to be a ceremonial car driver for once, but this was Kjerag, someone else's territory.
That was enough.
"I'm here to ask someone for help. I should act like someone asking for help. It wouldn't be appropriate to act arrogant."
"Oh."
Texas felt those words were not very convincing. After all, Yae Sakura's hand was still resting on her sword, and to be honest... the crowds lining the streets were not particularly welcoming. Instead, there was a faint air of scrutiny in their gazes.
Yae Sakura stretched lazily. "Relax. These people's attitudes don't matter. What matters is that person's will. When the power to speak is concentrated