On the beach north of Watatsumi Island.
Eight burly men, positioned on eight sides, carried a woven bamboo palanquin bearing an extraordinarily beautiful girl in a pink-and-white dress.
Around them crowded a great throng of Watatsumi Island residents.
With fervor and smiles on their faces, they surrounded the palanquin and hurried toward the center of Watatsumi Island with the white-haired girl.
Feeling the festive atmosphere around her, the white-haired girl on the palanquin was speechless for a long moment, rubbing her forehead with a headache.
What on earth was going on?!
She had only gone back to take a bath and an afternoon nap. How had she become Watatsumi Island's god by the time she came out?
And who had come up with that title... Sun-Heaven-Shining Something-or-Other?
She looked suspiciously at Fischl, only to find that Fischl's eyes darted away, refusing to meet hers, while a secret delight lingered on her little face despite her best efforts to hide it.
"..."
She knew Fischl too well. One look at that reaction, and she had a pretty good idea of what had happened.
"It looks like the power I displayed when I killed Shanqi caught Sangonomiya Kokomi and Gorou's attention."
"With the situation in Inazuma and the Resistance Army looking grim, my arrival offered a turning point. They came here hoping to contact me and happened to run into Fischl in full fantasy mode."
"Sigh..."
Ellin shook her head and sighed helplessly.
"All right, it's fine."
She reached out and rubbed Fischl's head, showing that she was not angry.
Only then did Fischl breathe a sigh of relief, lifting her head to give Ellin, who sat on the palanquin, a sweet smile.
Honestly, as her closest friend, Ellin understood Fischl very well. Although Fischl sometimes indulged in her theatrical fantasies, she