"So what you mean is… you want me to assist you?"
"That's right."
In the blink of an eye, Charlotte understood exactly what Daniel was asking of her.
Even though her body was still trembling instinctively in the presence of a god, she was doing everything in her power to maintain a composed expression.
"If I become your devotee, will there be any limitations placed on me?" she asked cautiously.
"I'm destined to become a god myself. If becoming your devotee will strip me of that qualification, then I must decline."
Charlotte did her utmost to state her stance clearly, but deep down, her fear only grew stronger.
She understood all too well that the one standing before her—Daniel—could decide her life or death with just a single thought.
To a god, someone like her was nothing more than an insect.
Just as Charlotte was convinced that this exalted being would scoff at her bold condition and reject her outright, a deep and commanding voice echoed in her ear.
"Of course you may."
