But truthfully, does the fading of the moonlight always tell the truth behind everything?
'I absolutely have no idea what is happening here beforehand, but she seems to be really grateful that I used my divinity to remove the Qlipha-like influence that's preventing the body from taking any kind of outside influence,' Yroa thought to himself while donning his usual smile. 'I can just farm more EXPs from them but I have a hidden soft spot for big and round mouse ears.'
And thus, Yroa ended up deciding to just proselytize the religion that has him as the deity.
"Just… tell me what you want," Nyssa said with a conflicted emotion. She was extremely grateful but this whole warmth and timing felt too good to be true. "I can sense that you're not a normal mortal, or even a mortal at all, and not a single being of divinity in legends and depictions possess the goodwill to do something like this without a demerit…"
