"Oh, is there something wrong?"
The God of Birth waved to the side, and a strange gray-white figure that had been counting money stood up, then took the God of Birth's place and continued to swindle the customers.
"What is that?" the Volcano Messenger pointed at the gray-white figure, to which the God of Birth replied, "Soul Ashes? A Summoned Being? Anyway, it used to be a human. It's a helper lent to me by the God of Stories."
"So, Volcano Messenger, what brings you to seek me out?"
"We've met before," the Volcano Messenger cut to the chase, "you're not the deity of eggs, but the Deity of Birth."
"Yes, back then, you were still very young. The Ideal Curse was just budding inside you, but now you have conquered it. As the first Creator God to defeat the Ideal Curse, I suppose I should congratulate you."
