It's not every day a normal bimbo like myself gets told by a Goddess that they've been marked by some kind of over deity as someone of potential, potential to become a deity.
Because of this absolute rarity, I'm left at a loss. How is one supposed to react to such? I'm not sure, but I doubt laughing hysterically like I am now is the right reaction either.
I laugh and laugh in the face, or perhaps helical structure of the snowflake floating in front of me. I can't help it either, in the end I'm on the floor, my hand slapping my cheeks and my lips struggling to keep a grin off my face.
"Are you quite done?" Frozia asks, not at all impressed or amuse by my antics, "I do not blame you; such knowledge was not for you to know as of yet. But you asked."
