"I also know that you are conducting a massive Sacrilegious Ceremony, which will put you into a state of being possessed by a god. At that time, you are merely a vessel for the divine, so I want to know, why?"
The Bishop tilted her head as she looked at the Black Tech.
She drank the wine, the long-missed alcohol flushing her cheeks, lending her a mix of a young girl's innocence and a mature woman's cunning.
Her golden hair scattered, at that moment the Bishop didn't seem like a powerful Demigod, but rather a three-meter-tall girl-next-door who greets people with a beaming smile from across the way.
Reaching out her hand, she tapped the Black Tech's lips, laughing as she said, "You know why."
"...Yes, I do."
