The questioning lasted a long time.
A total of 528 players.
A total of 528 questions.
When the final question ended, every Player Relic in the hall ignited fully under the drifting blue lights.
The players immediately dove into checking their relics, and Rita, standing quietly in the corner with lowered eyes, did the same.
She slowly unfurled her painting.
Its texture had changed.
It had already been made from the best material she could get—paper used for SSS-grade skill scrolls—yet now, when her fingertips brushed over it, she could feel magic energy surging beneath the surface.
When the left portion of the scroll opened far enough for Orchid Mantis to come into view, her hand hesitated for a single heartbeat.
But she forced herself to unfold the rest.
Refusing to look was still a form of caring—
And she refused to give that Vineborne god even one more trace of special treatment.
The painting had changed.
Some unknown presence had taken the liberty of adding to it.
