"I am not the goddess, but a fragment of her servant dwelling in a human body. My powers are nowhere near the goddess; all I can do is guide humans. But I shall oblige your curiosity since you wish to meet me."
A young girl entered the room and looked at Rachael with cold eyes. Those eyes did not have light or life inside them, making her look like a doll.
'So cute. I thought I was short, but this girl is even smaller than I am. Now that I look at her, the goddess also looks like a child. Maybe there was a mistake?'
"How bold! Your eyes tell me that you are not taking my words seriously. I can tell that you have no respect for my goddess."
The goddess? Saintess? The child spoke with certainty. The child wanted to be annoyed, but she appeared tired and restless.
[Respect for the goddess? After what she did to me, how can you ever expect me to have any respect left for her?]
