Jia Xiu had made guesses about Justina's reasons for wanting to become a god.
Given her usual style, he had thought she would say things like "For the Holy Light," "To protect the faithful," or "To drive out evil."
It would have fit her image perfectly. She might have said it less often lately, but Justina used to have the Holy Light constantly on her lips. Whether there was something going on or not, she would bring it up, and she was always accusing Jia Xiu of blaspheming the Holy Light.
Yet the answer she gave was completely beyond Jia Xiu's expectations.
"Why do I want to become a god?"
"Because I never wanted to become a god in the first place."
This was no longer merely a case of answering the wrong question. Whether she had even completed the step of answering at all was debatable.
"Uh—"
Jia Xiu decided to set the healing spell aside for now.
"Is there something wrong with my comprehension, or something wrong with the way you express yourself?"
"Nothing's wrong. I really never wanted to become a god in the first place. I died and got chosen to become a demigod. Back then, I was just fighting in a war, then I died in a slightly symbolic way. The Holy Light happened to need an example to hold up, so I was chosen. From the very beginning, I never thought about whether I could become a god."
Justina explained very seriously.
"After becoming a demigod, I thought that if I was going to do a job, I should love it. I had to think about improving myself, and it would be best if I could become a complete god. But the promotion path in the Holy Light Pantheon was far too unclear, so