The towering golden Temple stood high, with thousands of steps in front leading up to it. The river of light stretched across the sky like decorative golden silk, and also like a warning at the boundaries of the Golden Hall.
Mira did not stop to look; Anos looked up at her from behind, the girl's gaze solemn, as if she were a king commanding the stars.
Could she really be... God's Messenger?
Inexplicably, this thought leapt into Anos's mind.
How could that be...
Anos instinctively denied her own thought.
Would someone acting as God's Messenger that often truly become God's Messenger?
Reason told the Princess that it was just Mira playing the part too much, and her own feelings that made her seem like God's Messenger were merely an illusion.
Yet emotionally, Anos somewhat believed that Mira was God's Messenger, but only to the extent of about thirty percent.
She could come up with many reasons to convince herself that Mira was God's Messenger and no one else could be.
