"Hiss! This is damn uncanny!"
The market was bustling, the sunlight warm and lazy. White Day Rat sat cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly as Priest Tomatl walked away, and only then came back to himself. He shuddered violently, cold sweat seeping down his back.
"No! I'm Stone Rat, not some White Day Rat. What happened to me just now? It must have been that priest's sorcery!"
Stone Rat frowned, his face shifting between pale and flushed. Then he reached into his clothes, took out three gemstones, stared at them greedily for a long while, and grinned so wide his mouth would not close.
"Haaha, three gemstones! Praise the Main God! He has bestowed gemstones upon me! ...Uh?!"
Stone Rat casually muttered a prayer, then quickly tasted what was wrong. His face turned green again, and he covered his own mouth in fear.
"Mmph... That, that radish Main God, he isn't really watching me, is he? Otherwise, I... I'd better call myself White Day Rat! ...One name for three gemstones, that's worth it!"
White Day Rat murmured under his breath, his head in utter chaos. For no reason, he thought again of the words Priest Tomatl had spoken, and his mind wavered.
"Will the Main God grant me light? No matter what my birth is, no matter what bad things I've done? As long as I return to the proper path... Damn it, damn it, what an uncanny priest!"
After a long while, White Day Rat went smack, slapping himself hard across the face, as if striking out the sorcery that priest had left behind just now. Then he looked left and right for a while, and while no one nearby was paying attention, he suddenly reached into his clothes and took out, once again, an exquisite and ancient-looking stone