[ Unfortunately for Bishamon, the one she’s cornered doesn’t have answers. The only reason there’s been any eye contact at all is because Ilda’s been staring, absolutely enamored by this stranger’s beauty and grace and... power. The blonde little girl isn’t big on the whole gods thing — despite hailing from a land so entrenched in religion, and actually being on a first-name basis with a certain god of calamity — but she’s ready to believe Bishamon’s a cut above the rest of them poor unfortunate souls.
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Oh, and she likes the outfit, too. ]
Are you a goddess?