"Who are you?" Letitia did not act blindly but cautiously conversed with the unknown entity.
"Me? Just a sinner who made a mistake and was imprisoned in this world."
This description immediately made Letitia guess the identity of the speaker. Ah, not a person—it should be a god.
"You are... a god?"
"Yes, an imprisoned god." The voice did not deny it. "You seem to have met my kin; presumably, that wasn't a very pleasant experience."
"It was indeed not very pleasant, so I still harbor quite a lot of malice toward you all right now. Or are you trying to tell me that was just an isolated case?"
"I don't want to deceive you. Most of my kin are like that, and I used to be that way too." The voice said with a hint of emotion. "After all, we are born strong; we were the original masters of this world."
"But I feel like you are not quite the same as the god I encountered before." Letitia strode forward, walking step by step toward the direction of the purple light.
This was dangerous, she knew.
Perhaps this god was just acting, and those words just now were meant to make her lower her guard. Once she was tricked into that place, the god would reveal its fangs and eat up this little white rabbit, Letitia, entirely.
Hmm, using that adjective seems quite strange.
Regardless, it wouldn't be a good outcome.
But Letitia felt that she didn't seem to have a better choice right now. Since this god could pull her consciousness into this place without her knowing, if it really harbored malice, she probably couldn't escape anyway.
Consciousness and body are not quite the same; Letitia was confident that the strength of her consciousness was among the best in this world, and perhaps even Melanie couldn't necessarily surpass her.
But even with such a powerful consciousness, she still didn't know how she had been pulled in.
The methods of a god are truly bizarre beyond compare.
"Thank you for your trust." After walking for about a few minutes, Letitia arrived at the front gate of a desolate manor. Inside the manor, a young girl holding a black parasol and dressed like a noble young lady was watching her with a smile.
The moment she saw the girl, Letitia subconsciously lowered her guard, but after a few breaths, she picked her guard back up.
That was close; she almost fell for this person's trick.
"Is this your doing?" Standing outside the gate, Letitia asked.
During her time in the Demon Realm, she had read the Prophecy Book possessed by the demons from cover to cover several times. That thin little booklet recorded things with a huge amount of information.
The most important point among them was that gods were sealed within the Divine Realm, and their range of activity would be limited to a materialized space, such as the previous Clock Tower of the Mist God, or, for instance, the manor before her eyes right now.
Of course, no one knew if this manor was actually a fake created intentionally by this god, with the purpose of making Letitia, someone who knew a few things, lower her guard.
"I am very sorry, but this is something I cannot control." The young girl nodded slightly. To be honest, she was truly too polite.
So polite that Letitia even began to doubt whether she and that arrogant god from before were even the same species.
"Pulling you here was my own decision. I would like to ask you to help that poor girl."
"Eriko?" Letitia blurted out a name.
The only poor girl who could be related to her seemed to be Eriko.
Who would have thought that what this Half-Elf girl stole from the Elf Race was actually such an explosive item—an artifact, an artifact housing the consciousness of a god.
"Yes, I have been trying hard to help her walk out of the shadows, but I discovered that blindly avoiding things solves nothing. Only by facing those past events head-on can she be reborn from the ashes; otherwise, she will live in the shadows of the past forever." The young girl sighed, her emerald eyes full of worry.
These words again. Letitia rubbed her brow. They kept talking about some dark past, but they should actually tell her what that dark past was.
Should she guess instead?
Which Half-Elf didn't have a dark past? These hybrids, neither human nor elf, how could they have a happy childhood?
Bullying, beatings, discrimination—it was everywhere.
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Don't ask how Letitia knew these things; she used to be a diligent and good Demon King, and she had to understand the basic situation of her enemies.
"Can you tell me specifically what her past was like?"
"I'm sorry, that's not possible." The young girl shook her head, her short lavender hair swaying slowly with her movements. "I promised her that I would never reveal her secrets to anyone else."
"But I'm not some kind of big sister confidante; how am I supposed to get her to face her past?" Letitia felt completely numb. Asking her for help? Fine, no problem.
But you have to at least tell her how to help.
Not telling her the whole story—isn't that just playing games?
"I know, it's very difficult, so I cannot demand that you must do it. This is just a request, a request from a god who has made mistakes." The young girl lowered her eyes, her mood somewhat dejected.
Looking at such a deity, Letitia felt a twinge of softness in her heart. "Fine, I'll do my best."
"Thank you for your understanding." Hearing Letitia's reply, the young girl immediately became happy. She closed the umbrella in her hand and placed it on the open ground in front of the gate. "I cannot send my belongings out of this gate. If you trust me, you can take this umbrella after I leave."
"If you wish to leave, you only need to silently recite 'Wake up' in your heart."
After saying these words, the young girl lifted her skirt hem and performed a lady's curtsy towards Letitia, then she turned and walked towards the interior of the manor.
She understood Letitia's wariness towards deities, so after doing what was necessary, she left without any hesitation.
"Hey, I still don't know who you are!"
The young deity turned her head in surprise. She sensed that a strange life form had appeared in her prison.
Letitia had already opened the gate and was standing in the manor. She held the parasol that the young girl had just put down, her eyes fixed in the direction of the young deity.
Is this, then, the feeling of being trusted?
A faint smile appeared on the young girl's face. As a god, her smile was incredibly beautiful. "The God of Desire with a Hundred Faces, Flora."
"That doesn't sound like a good god." Letitia said to Flora with a smile. She had thought this fellow's divine name would sound a bit better, but it turned out to be a God of Desire.
"That's why it's 'Hundred Faces', isn't it?" Flora pointed at her own face and said, "I have a hundred faces, and no one knows which one is the real me. Perhaps I was just deceiving you earlier?"
"I trust my intuition; you are not a bad god." Letitia admitted that she had taken a gamble just now, but the result was quite pleasing; she had won the bet.
This young deity was indeed different from that Mist God; she could communicate, and her personality was much gentler.
She didn't seem like a god, but rather more like those ordinary people in everyday life.
"Except for that child, you are the first person to say 'I believe in you' to me." Flora chuckled, "The deity is very happy now; if you have any requests, you can make them."
"I don't have any requests, I just want to ask you a question: what exactly is a deity?"
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"Good morning... Can you not hold me so tight? Do you know how hot it is?" The next morning, golden sunlight awakened Letitia from her slumber. When she opened her eyes, what she saw was a pair of beautiful crimson eyes.
Melanie had woken up very early. While Letitia was still resting, she had been quietly holding Letitia, admiring the girl's sleeping face.
Compared to the last time they slept together, Melanie was clearly much more energetic today; it seemed she wasn't as excited to the point of insomnia as before.
That really was bad news, Letitia thought to herself.