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— Are you saying that our Mother Goddess is… somehow… a goddess of your culture? — my Sister frowns at the Prince, almost offended.

I understand your irritation. We had very strict discipline over our Mother Goddess and what this wolf says actually seems like a type of blasphemy, but I place a hand on my Sister's arm and ask her for patience with a look.

Let's let these wolves talk.

— I think it's worth going deeper into this — Azerai continues. — Maybe it will enlighten us about the prophecy and everything else.

I nod.

Arina maintains her irritated expression.

— Do you have any paintings or drawings of your Goddess? — Miguel asks more politely. — If she looks like any of our cannis goddesses, I'll recognize her.

Lightning passes through me.

A hundred memories hitting me hard.

Oh no…

— You said I look like your goddess of lust — I murmur hoarsely, unaware of my next voice.

Miguel looks at me for the first time in the last few hours, and his red eye opens wider with surprise, understan