Epilogue
I LET OUT a long, deep sigh. I’d watched the entire thing, and finally it was over. I shoved my keyboard to one side and flopped down on the desk.
“If you’re gonna sigh that hard, at least cover your mouth, Senpai.” My coworker sitting beside me shook her head disapprovingly. She finished up the rest of her bubble tea and yawned, stretching her jaws wide open. I didn’t point out her hypocrisy this time. She was too sweet, and she’d spent the entire night working hard by my side. There was probably some divine punishment in store for me if I dared criticize her now—even though I was divine myself.
“Thanks for all your help.”
“No worries. I didn’t do it to be nice or anythin’. I thought if Yoshiocchi was grateful to us for helpin’ out, it might make him wanna come back.”
I noticed a sharp flash in her eye, but I didn’t say anything. She tended to look brainless and flighty, just doing whatever she wanted all the time, but she was smart. She knew what she was doing. She analyzed every situation calmly and acted according to advantages and disadvantages. This made her unpopular with some gods—but not with me. She loved her followers more than anyone, and she always looked out for those who were weak or downtrodden.
“Anyway, I’m glad Yoshiocchi made it through. Those guys were super annoying!”
“Yes. It looks like a lot of information was leaked to the corrupted god players. We need to see about cracking down on that.”
Two players had targeted Yoshio-kun persistently, representatives of the God of Temptation and the God of Charms. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones who leaked Yoshio-kun’s information and offered to buy his holy book.
“We could’ve dealt with them if they started somethin’ here,” Nattyan lamented.
“I know…”
That’s likely why they didn’t try. I’d asked Yoshio-kun to work here to lure them out, but they hadn’t been stupid enough to take the bait. They just kept an eye on us from afar.
“I’ll go down to the second floor and give everyone a good scolding later. Un-chan’ll help if I ask.”
“Yeah…” Nattyan’s response came through gritted teeth.
“Something the matter?”
“Nope. Just that Un-chan hates my guts.”
She was right. Un-chan did whatever I said, but she was always cold to Nattyan. I valued them both, though, and I wished they could get along a little better.
“Hopefully Yoshiocchi’s villagers can take it easy for a bit now.”
“I hope so, too. But I am the Goddess of Fate, you know.”
“Fate likes to play tricks, huh? Even on its own player?”
A player was blessed by the god they played, but that wasn’t always a good thing. While I had power over his fate to an extent, gods weren’t allowed to interfere in a player’s life more than necessary. Anything I did now would only draw attention from the other gods, assuming my interference so far hadn’t already.
“The rusty wheels of Yoshio-kun’s fate are only just starting to turn. I can’t help but wonder what’s in store for him.”