Those high-ranking officials had already told Siegfried everything. Such honesty was rare in their entire lives.
Many times, a montage of lies made up of only truths was indeed effective, but if a simple lie could achieve the same result, why bother with the montage of truths?
Not everyone had the almost paranoid obsession with the trivialities of daily life that those nobles had.
So, even though the person they were talking about was right beside her, Aizahár didn't get any related information.
She was now having a heart-to-heart with Bianka.
Their conversation had shifted from Aizahár's mother to other topics.
"Really?! Potatoes can be eaten in so many ways?!" Bianka looked at Aizahár in shock, her hands still in the posture of counting on her fingers.
From the looks of it, she had already bent several fingers, clearly indicating that the number had exceeded her calculation range.
"Of course! Potatoes are the greatest food God has bestowed upon mankind! They can be boiled or baked, fried if you have money, and if you don't, you can mash them into a paste and eat them!"
Aizahár clasped her hands in front of her, a look of piety on her face. "How can anyone who likes potatoes be a bad person?"
That's right, how can anyone who likes potatoes be a bad person?
Bianka followed suit and clasped her hands together. Aizahár secretly opened her eyes and couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
"Your posture is not standard," Aizahár said with a laugh, taking Bianka's hands and helping her into the standard posture.
This somewhat strange prayer posture was a novelty to Bianka, but she closed her eyes and tried to pray again, but that strange feeling kept lingering in her heart.
"Aizahár... when you pray like this, can you hear..." Bianka recalled the Lord that Aizahár believed in. "Can you hear God's response?"
Aizahár was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. "How is that possible? If God had to respond to all these trivial matters, wouldn't he be too tired?"
God gets tired?
This was another statement that Bianka couldn't understand, but she still respected it.
"But if God doesn't pay attention to it, why do you still do it?" Bianka was more concerned about this question than whether God would get tired.
In her conversation with Aizahár, this was not the first time Bianka had seen her pray to the "God" she spoke of.
Although she doubted the existence of God, at the very least, Bianka believed that Aizahár's actions, and even making this behavior one of her daily habits, must have a practical purpose.
But now, from what Aizahár was saying... that God didn't seem to be of any use?
Aizahár had to admit that Bianka was indeed very good at making things difficult for others.
This was already the nth time she had been stumped by Bianka's tricky questions.
But Aizahár wouldn't rack her brains to think about this kind of question. It wasn't a matter of life and death, just a casual question from a new friend out of curiosity.
She wasn't some nitpicking philosopher or critic. She was just a ten-year-old girl, a little malnourished.
"Maybe God is in a good mood sometimes?" she gave a somewhat perfunctory answer. "Just like those adults at the gambling table, if God suddenly gets interested, rolls a dice, and decides to help me fulfill a small wish?"
After Aizahár finished speaking, she saw Bianka's hesitant expression, as if she had something difficult to say.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Aizahár shrank her neck slightly.
"If God is willing to help you fulfill your wish... then isn't fulfilling a small wish a bit..." Bianka said her thoughts hesitantly.
Wishes always came in big and small. If God could really help people fulfill their wishes, then everyone would definitely hope that God would fulfill their most desired wish, right?
Aizahár was stumped again. She looked at Bianka, who was constantly throwing out tricky questions, speechlessly.
"People... if they are too greedy, then they won't get a single wish," she sighed and answered the question.
Seeing Bianka's lips about to move again, Aizahár quickly threw out the second half of her sentence.
"And for me, it doesn't matter whether the wish is fulfilled or not. Just the fact that God can notice me is my greatest wish!"
Bianka closed her mouth. This time, she really didn't know what to say.
So in the end, her answer would be like this...
Bianka had actually anticipated Aizahár's answer. She was in a stage where she could understand but not agree with this kind of thinking.
She understood the weight of the word [God] in Aizahár's heart, but she couldn't accept that such a weighty existence could do nothing.
"Alright... I understand," Bianka scratched her head and chose not to answer.
The perfunctory meaning in Aizahár's words was already obvious. Even Bianka knew that if she continued to ask now, Aizahár might really be in a difficult situation.
"Then... Aizahár, do you have any wishes now?"
"?" Aizahár was still stumped. Even though Bianka had completely changed her style, she still couldn't keep up with Bianka's train of thought.
"A wish now..." Aizahár frowned deeply. "Hmm... to be full? No, I'm already very full...
"Then... to drink water? No, no, that doesn't count as a wish...
"Hmm... for my mom to wake up..." Aizahár was silent for a moment, then sighed.
She turned her head, and her gaze passed through the window with a tattered cloth as a curtain and landed on the darkness outside.
Bianka immediately followed Aizahár's gaze. In the darkness, there seemed to be a huge wheel.
"My wish now..." Aizahár said in a low voice, "is probably to see that Ferris wheel light up..."
"Eh?" This was an answer Bianka really didn't expect! She quickly asked Aizahár, "Why is it this wish?"
She even just wanted to see the Ferris wheel light up, not ride it!
Aizahár was silent for a longer time than last time.
"Because... my mom once said that the carousel is the beginning of childhood, and the Ferris wheel is the last journey of childhood."
"I want to grow up."