As the elected arrived, they wore their shock on their faces. Stunned beyond belief, their eyes remained glued to the dead man, silently urging them to take a seat. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation made them comply, for anything was easier than watching a dead man walking.
Taking their seats, they continued to stare at him. Unsure whether to speak or not since the moment felt brittle. However, as the man's lips finally parted, it wasn't his voice that came through but that of a divine woman.
"At ease~" Her words of silver echoed throughout the room like a tolling bell. Most were left confused, but one amongst them was far more baffled than the others. Looking right at that very person, the dead man's lips curved into a smile. "Only one remains. How have you been, my lovely follower?"
"I-it's you? It's really you!" The intensity of realization dried Ditsy's throat. She wasn't talking to a dead man, but divinity itself. "Lady Luck…I–"
