Watatsumi Island.
"Has everything been arranged? This time Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou is visiting in person. Prepare at the highest level and confirm everything once more."
"Rest assured, Lady Sangonomiya. Everything has already been fully prepared. It is now at the level of welcoming a god."
Little Kokomi watched the busy adults around her and quietly followed her mother, the current [Divine Priestess] of Watatsumi Island.
"Hmm. We have too little information about Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou, so we can only do our best on formal occasions…"
Looking at her mother's worried expression, although Kokomi was still a child at this moment, she could understand the current situation.
Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou was truly extremely important.
Looking at how everyone on Watatsumi Island could still happily busy themselves, who could have imagined that not long ago, everyone on Watatsumi Island had been half-starved and barely alive?
And the improvement of this situation had completely ended after Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou and the Raiden Shogun conversed inside Tenshukaku.
After Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou took office, import and export restrictions were lifted, and Watatsumi Island had recovered a great deal of vitality.
But what worried her mother more was that Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou was the best ruler Watatsumi Island had ever had in its history — without exception.
Even according to Watatsumi Island's previous situation, Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou could be said to have shown a grace akin to rebirth.
So the current problem had emerged.
Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou was so good to them — what could Watatsumi Island do in return? At the very least, they should consciously do something, right?
Watatsumi Island's side expressed that they were in a difficult position.
Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou was truly too mysterious. Aside from when he was handling state affairs, there was absolutely no other news about him.
The rest were all just folk legends.
For example, that he was a god from five hundred years ago, that his relationship with the Raiden Shogun was ambiguous, and that he even had a fox immortal deceased wife…
And every legend simply told the people that Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou was a very pure and very just ruler.
This was naturally a good thing, but as the [Divine Priestess] and high-ranking officials of Watatsumi Island, they naturally could not believe such information.
Propaganda? Who doesn't know how these things work? They still needed to know some more specific information, such as what he liked and what he disliked…
But unfortunately, that was not possible.
[The ruler is like a vessel; what is above influences what is below.]
This was a maxim little Kokomi had received from her mother.
It meant that the sovereign's preferences would influence the people's preferences. What the sovereign liked would be pursued by the masses, and what the sovereign disliked would be rejected by the masses.
In this regard, Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou could only be said to have done an excellent job of keeping things confidential.
Then there was no other way. They would proceed as they should. The [Divine Priestess] would directly treat him according to the standards of welcoming a god. After all, Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou governed in place of the Raiden Shogun. There would be no problem with god-level treatment.
Little Kokomi followed by her mother's side, learning her mother's every word and action.
[Divine Priestess] meant: one who, with a mortal body, carries the will of a god and protects this land in place of the god.
Little Kokomi knew that this would be the duty she would need to take over in the future.
But thinking about how many affairs she would have to handle in the future…
Little Kokomi only felt immense pressure.
However, now was not the time to think about such things.
Because now, the ship representing the arrival of the Shura Anyakonsen-shou had already reached the shore.
Little Kokomi followed behind her mother and looked at Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou, the Shura Dark Night Soul General, who appeared on the cruise ship.
What kind of existence was that…
Solemn, upright, and simply standing there gave people a sense of reassurance.
If she herself were a fish swimming in the sea, then Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou should be a whale in the sea whose size was like an island.
Serene, powerful, making the small fish unconsciously gather and huddle by his side.