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author: Veroninya
summary:
“Yeah, that’s me. Leona, King of the Desert and Sands, a God, if you must. You kept calling me so nicely so I figured I’d drop by, pay you a visit, see what’s up with a pretty priestess like you. How could I ever ignore a damsel in distress?”
“First,” Vil retorts, “I am not a damsel in distress. I am in distress, but I am not a damsel. Secondly, I am the Head Priest, do you truly think I wouldn’t be able to recognize my own deity that I pray to daily? You look nothing like the statues.”
“I mean.. you apparently don’t, so that’s that.” He hums, then, nods to himself. “But you’re right. We really need to do something about those statues.”
________ Spoiler, they don't do anything about the statues.