Lancelot and old Reap were both stunned upon hearing these words, and they exchanged helpless glances, as the situation was truly unexpected.
"The Goddess no longer responds to your prayers?" Lancelot asked, scratching his head in confusion as a nonbeliever, he really didn't understand what it was like to communicate with the Divine Power, "Did you do something that goes against the teachings of the Goddess of Ice?"
"Absolutely not!" Tiflin became immediately agitated, but then quickly slumped back into despondence, "I have disappointed the Goddess, She has lost patience with me..."
"How did you manage to create that shaved ice then?" old Reap asked curiously, "That should still be a power bestowed by Olul, right?"
"It's just a simple trick, I can only manage that much now," Mohoi sighed, "Listen, I know that behind you is surely the will of Lady Tijana, but without the Goddess's Divine Arts, I am nothing more than an ordinary citizen with some small tricks..."
