Miss Nian was won over by Raiden Mei's cooking.
It was an indescribable feeling. The spice level of that spicy chicken seemed perfectly suited to her tastes. And although Mei never explained why she had come to Rhodes Island, she settled down there as if Rhodes Island were a safe harbor.
She immediately reported to the Human Resources Department.
The first thing the HR archivist felt was a massive headache coming on.
"Name?"
"Many."
"..."
Miss Nian completed her operator file submission. The other party asked a question, and she answered one, making everything up on the spot. There were even inconsistencies between earlier and later parts of her story, but she calmly dodged them all, leaving the file writers in a terrible headache.
The report made its way upward.
Amiya sat directly across from Nian.
"Oh, the Demon King." Nian's eyes lit up. "No wonder Rhodes Island is a harbor... though it's a little strange. This thing's deterrent power is so weak that it can't even..."
"Never mind, never mind."
She stopped herself in time and revealed no further information.
"Nian? Dusk? Sui?"
"Those names you mentioned are all me, as well as my brothers and sisters."
Nian said calmly, "Of course, the one sitting before you right now is merely Nian, the god of forging and smelting. I've already read your files. This is quite a place, both complex and entertaining. Only you can lead them."
As she said "you," her gaze rested on Amiya, yet her eyes seemed to pierce through endless history as she examined someone from thousands of years ago.
It was terrifying.
Amiya could not sense any emotion from Nian.
"All right. You people don't read operator files anyway. You should already know my origins. I took a look at the ship's layout, and