After scrutinizing the substance on her hand according to her own truth and receiving the answer that it was chocolate, Omnia Cicada was silent for a moment before she raised her head and coldly said:
"Food God, using such lowly means to humiliate us, are you trying to show us that we are insignificant to you, not worthy to negotiate with? Or are you implying that handing us over for origins is like eating chocolate-flavored shit, sweet yet harmful?"
"..."
You're quite adept at interpretations, but you're overthinking. I simply needed someone to taste and tell which box contained chocolate and which box contained shit.
Glancing at Pure White Holy Mother who had escaped the tasting task, startled, she hurriedly raised her wings to cover her face and played dead. Leon, meanwhile, picked up a vegetable-washing basin to fill with water and began to inquire:
"Let's continue the previous topic, what do you think Fredri would offer if I handed you over?"
"Quite substantial."
