"What does your lord want from me?"
I was curious about it.
If Antra was referring to someone as lord, then surely it must have been the god that this cult served.
So what would—
"Hehe."
Antra chuckled at my question.
"What is it that you can possibly offer to my lord?"
Yeah.
There was nothing I could offer to a literal god... but that was what had increased my curiosity behind this sudden interest in me.
"Then... why are you being so nice to me?"
"Nice? Me?"
Instead of replying, Antra questioned me in surprise.
"What part of this exchange felt nice to you?"
This time... Antra looked serious as he asked me a question that didn't even feel like one.
"Well... I mean, usually people with power try to make others understand their position during any sort of exchange. Like making me bend my knees under your pressure, or showing how little my life means to you, or things like that."
Even I wasn't sure about what I had just uttered.
"Hm..."
