“Are you really a God?”
Marceau looked at the orange cat sitting on the table vigilantly.
She had guessed that the Orange Cat was the incarnation of a powerful spellcaster, but Marceau still couldn’t believe that it had risen to the level of a god in one go.
“Does it have something to do with it? All you need to know is that I can help you create the little tyrant and the arcade, isn’t that enough?”
When facing the leader of the sewing gang, Jose did not try to fool her anymore. He chose a more practical way to talk to her.
This woman named Marceau had lived in this chaotic city since she was young. It was already incredible that she could learn magic. Jose did not expect her to have faith in an illusory god like the Lizard Elder.
“Then will you really purify the gray fog and save the residents of this city?”Marceau asked another question.
“The first part is true, but the second part... if you think it’s true, then it’s true.”
