The firewood in the fireplace burned quietly, maintaining a comfortable temperature in the room.
The food on the dining table had just been delivered, featuring mashed potatoes, two fried fish fillets, a plate of roasted venison, and a bottle of wine. Such a dinner was undoubtedly a courtesy for a former officer without rank, yet Shandela had no appetite to enjoy them.
She sat idly in front of the campfire, waiting for Mekefa to bring her new information.
Ever since passing that joke of a review, the people outside had clearly changed their attitude towards her, not only treating her with smiles but also inviting her into this comfortably furnished residence. This gave Shandela a constant sense of unreality.
"My name is Kokomoqi, a magic goddess born from the realm of nothingness."
The girl's sentence kept echoing in her ears.
Is this how divinities speak?
