Although Cherie spoke nonchalantly, Madam Mina was somewhat uneasy and took out various incenses and materials, arranging a very formalized Ritual.
She lit the incenses, sat cross-legged in the center of the evolving Ritual, and murmured softly:
"I beseech the Pioneer God..."
Ybur, who was observing everything through Cherie's shoes, hesitated.
"This... should I respond or not?"
"You shouldn't," Sherry said. "Because you actually don't have a real solution to The Yellow Traveler, and in such situations, the more you say, the more mistakes you'll make."
"But what if Mina really knows something... is maintaining an image really necessary at a time like this?"
Ybur pondered for a while, feeling itchy, so he scratched himself again.
But while he was deep in thought, Madam Mina had already dejectedly opened her eyes: "It's no use, your god did not respond to me. It seems He has rejected me."
"Teacher..."
A hint of sadness appeared on Cherie's face.