So, mortal, who do you think I am?
Those filthy, cowardly, foolish Evil Gods unwilling to face reality?
No.
I am Alberta.
The Master of the Sun, the primal radiance, the punishment of Holy Light...
Evil Gods lie, True Gods also conceal.
However, for this Sun, increasingly extreme, whose actions are constrained by rules, their words bear no falsehood.
True is true, false is false.
["I will not utter any lies, nor deny established truths."]
The Divine Spirit gazed at the slightly stunned young man, the corners of their mouth subtly curved into an extremely minor arc.
After such prolonged interaction, for the first time, they truly felt the normal emotions a young man ought to have from him.
He seemed embarrassed over his misjudgment.
["Heh."]
They chuckled lightly and continued calmly:
["After meeting me, indeed your fate has been altered by my influence, and thus I have gained an additional choice... a rare choice."]
