I had never seen Goddess Helia before, but somehow, I could picture a curvy lady with blond hair and blue eyes looking back at me.
The image was so clear in my mind that it almost felt like I had personally seen the goddess before. I could only attribute the image I had in my mind to coincidence and forced my focus back on what was happening.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Goddess Helia. My name is… you can call me the shopkeeper."
I told the goddess, pausing as soon as I came to the part where I was to tell her my name. My instincts told me that I should never give my name out to anyone I did not trust.
So instead, I chose the title I was called by everyone else—the shopkeeper.
"Hmm, for that 'old man's' successor, you sure sound rather young. Should I call you 'young man' instead? Hmm, it doesn't have the same feel somehow."
The female goddess asked in an almost teasing voice. She also sounded rather excited, almost as if she did not get enough company to talk to.
