Velloprophy twisted his lips and laughed.

“Thanks to that, I’ll have to adjust my plans a bit.”

“……?”

Velloprophy removed Deekper’s hand that was resting on him and smoothed out his clothes.

“I guess there’s no sane god in this world. Don’t you think so?”

Velloprophy’s eyes were narrowing gently.

Vercheria felt a strange sensation at her fingertips unexpectedly touched.
An unpleasant and seemingly meaningless behavior with no particular reason to feel good. Vercheria raised her eyes toward Lawrence. As if waiting, he squarely met her gaze with his crimson eyes.

“Ha.”

Vercheria avoided eye contact and also removed the hand that touched his.

“Did Lawrence say he wants to become a god and is currently using me? It’s strange.”

After tightly clenching her fist to hide her hand, she continued speaking.

“I didn’t realize that Lawrence knew more about Rakrahan’s inner thoughts than I did.”

Lawrence, sadly, pulled the remaining hand towards him and flipped it up and down.

“As I mentioned before, it’s not a story about me catching Rakrahan’s inner thoughts. I heard it from Velloprophy.”

“Could it be that Velloprophy was close to Rakrahan?”

Lawrence swept his hair, which looked as warm as the sun, with his fingertips.

Then his flawless forehead was revealed.

“No. But the Absolute Deity and Rakrahan know each other well. And, above all, to become a god again, it would be impossible to proceed without the help of the Absolute Deity. It was impossible to handle the work alone without notice.”

The silent Vercheria seemed rather pleased with Lawrence’s words.

“Vercheria. Recently, when you regained your memory, Rakrahan made a new promise with the Absolute Deity whom he met again. To offer you and become a god again.”

“If that’s true, I can’t help but be surprised at how carefree the Absolute Deity’s words are.”

“Vercheria. I don’t particularly want to defend the Absolute Deity, but she also wants to resolve the matters between you, Rakrahan, as quickly as possible. In fact, she has been troubled for a long time because of both of you.”

The fact that the Absolute Deity regarded Rakrahan and Vercheria as thorns in her side was something Vercheria knew all too well.

“Lawrence. I’m sorry, but no matter what you say, you can’t convince me. I believe more in what Rakrahan has shown me than anything else.”

To Vercheria’s attitude, which seemed like a needle wouldn’t even go in, Lawrence smiled, narrowing his eyes.

As her forehead tightened in response to his laughter, he nodded.

“I don’t think it’s a story that you should believe. I just wanted to tell you the facts, so don’t think too heavily about it. Now, Vercheria, you can find out what is real from now on.”

With a sip from the wine glass in front of him, Lawrence swallowed a mouthful of wine.

With that sound, silence settled between the two.

They looked at each other, lost in their own thoughts.

Time passed like that for a while.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Lawrence was the first to speak.

In response to his question, Vercheria raised the hand that was resting and lightly grasped the neck of the wine glass he offered.
“As I look at Loren like this, one particular gaze from a long time ago comes to mind.”

Inserting the glass between her fingers and gently shaking it, the red wine swayed like a calm sea.

“A gaze?”

“Yes.”

“It must have been quite impressive, judging by what you remember.”

Vercheria nodded slowly.

“It was impressive.”

Then she lifted the glass to her lips.

The red wine flowed between her red lips.

Vercheria only withdrew her lips after the glass was completely empty.

“It was enchanted wine.”

“…….,”

About a third of the wine in the glass, which had been filled, disappeared as if it vanished into thin air.

Loren silently stared at the empty glass.

Then, when Vercheria flicked the side of the wine glass with her finger, Loren suddenly burst into laughter as if waking up from sleep.

“I said something again. Vercheria, if someone hears, they might think I’m trying to make you drink strange potions.”

Looking at the laughing Loren, Vercheria also lightly smiled.

“That’s true.”

“There’s no way that’s true, Vercheria.”

“I know. Anyway, it’s impossible.”

Loren, who had regained his strength, raised his eyebrows refreshingly in response to Vercheria’s unexpected words.

“Yes?”

After regaining strength, Vercheria’s body was getting stronger day by day.

She couldn’t understand why this was happening, but she suspected it had something to do with the staff.

Because the staff, transformed into the shape of the tower by the Absolute Deity infusing her power, had its power amplified several hundred times compared to before.

This part was probably something the Absolute Deity herself did not know.

Due to the nature of the condensed divine fluid that absorbed and condensed the runaway power, it had been storing the powers that surrounded the Absolute Deity for a long time.

In the end, the staff became a storage of power even more enormous than what the Absolute Deity possessed, and that power was now slowly flowing into her.

Vercheria looked at Loren with her chin in her hand, gazing at him with captivating golden eyes.

“With such a trivial concentration of magic, you can’t defeat me anyway. Prince Loren.”

Witnessing the slow disappearance of the laughter from Loren’s mouth that had been there just a moment ago.

“Anyway, thank you for giving me good wine.”

The situations that she used to fear now felt trivial and insignificant.

Vercheria was quite content.