The enormous Paddle Lizard crouched on the rubble, her dark red, slit-pupiled eyes fixed on the tiny man from the European Nation before her.
She gave no response.
Under that suffocating pressure, the man remained exceptionally respectful and continued in flawless European, "Great God, I have passed your [Succession Trial] with absolute perfection."
"So please allow me to clarify that I have come to visit you merely to seek answers to a few insignificant questions. If my questions annoy you, or you have no interest in answering them, you may attack me in full accordance with the rules."
The man paused, his expression respectful yet confident. "Rest assured, even if you attack, it will have no negative effect whatsoever on the private exchanges you previously deigned to hold with us. After all, since I can stand here on behalf of the First Domain, I naturally possess a means of surviving an attack from you."
Having finished, the man grew watchful, ready to respond at any moment should the God suddenly lash out.
Yet the anticipated attack never came.
The Paddle Lizard slowly opened her enormous, fang-filled mouth. Her voice was extremely hoarse, and her words in European were brief. "Did the Patterned Fox send you?"
Upon hearing the God speak, the man's tense body visibly relaxed.
Her use of European meant that the Paddle Lizard had accepted his request to ask questions.
The man elegantly placed one hand behind his back, bowed slightly, and tipped his hat, marking the formal start of their conversation.
"Oh, I am deeply sorry. As a wise being, you surely understand that any form of private communication between Gods and us humans is strictly forbidden during the [succession star competition]. If exposed, the God involved will be expelled."
"To avoid bringing disaster upon any other