The smoke ring... That cow has never stopped smoking, so Number 3 has never trusted me?
"Your Excellency Holy Mother, it seems you still don't understand what I mean."
Looking at the Pure White Holy Mother, whose brows unconsciously furrowed, seemingly doubting the effectiveness of her "performance," Omnia Cicada gently reminded:
"I told you from the beginning, the Food God is insidious and cunning, suspicious and distrustful, and holds a strong wariness towards anyone who approaches him. No one can easily gain his trust, as he doubts every person he interacts with equally.
So it's not that your performance is ineffective, but that he only believes his own eyes. Regardless of whether you appear kind or evil, cruel or cowardly, it can only alleviate part of his wariness. It's impossible to make him completely abandon his doubts and tests of you."
"..."
He sounds like some kind of psychopath...
