"So, you go around helping people with the powers of the goddess of the dead?" I asked her, still skeptical.
It was hard to believe that the goddess of the dead was actually kind and charitable, doing good deeds across the warm land of the living.
"Of course not. I can't help everyone on the face of the earth." She gave me a faint smile. "My feet only carry me where Hel asks me to go, and I only help a few people."
"Let me guess—the people Hel asks you to help?"
"That's right."
I sighed at her answer. Her way of thinking seemed to revolve solely around the half-corpse goddess.
I didn't distrust Equidna. She had helped me a lot so far, and nothing she said seemed false, but something didn't feel right. I felt as though my insides were twisting, as if they were trying to warn me.
'She said Rick is coming here, but what proof do I have of that? How do I know he's really coming?' That doubt lingered in my mind.
