Granting Avery's wish was easy. Getting him to believe in him was another matter... He couldn't exactly say, "Stop believing in the Lady of Wealth. Believe in me instead," could he?
"You can tackle them separately. Keep trying different approaches until you find the right path," the Skeleton King suggested.
"I see."
Neither Annan nor the Skeleton King knew much about this, and those who had embarked on the path to godhood didn't exactly write down what they'd learned in diaries. They could only feel their way forward.
It seemed he should start by giving Avery some money and granting his wish outright.
It was getting late. Annan returned Beneath the Otherworld Tree and had barely lain down to rest when he sprang back up.
Two strands of Faith Power had wrapped around the Divinity in his Mana Vortex.
What was going on? Was there a delay before Faith Power appeared? Or had Avery somehow enjoyed being grabbed by the neck and shaken?
Jimmy had not left the bedside. The doctor had told him that morning that his Younger Sister might wake at any moment.
The street outside the window fell quiet. The girl's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.
She saw nothing but white: snow-white bedding, ceiling, walls. Only when she spotted her brother slumped beside the bed did she feel grounded again. "Mm... Brother, is this heaven?"
Jimmy jolted awake and gazed at his Younger Sister, weak but finally conscious, with delight. "No, Remi. This is Free City. You're safe..."
He slowly told her what had happened after his Younger Sister fell ill: how, helpless, he had begged the gods, and how hope had descended when he was at his most desperate.
"That man was so kind." His Younger Sister moistened her dry lips and said