"You understand now, don't you? So, the experience of becoming a demigod can't be passed on to others; it must be comprehended by oneself. Isn't every ascension like this?" The female elf gently set down her teacup, brushing off a few pink fruit flower petals from the tabletop: "What do you think, how long do you feel it will take for you to advance?"
"How long? Maybe a day, maybe a year, maybe a hundred years," the female knight shrugged and said: "Who knows what the future holds."
"Haha, your way of speaking is becoming more and more like his." The female elf laughed lightly, covering her mouth: "Are you using this manner of speaking to remember him, Catherine, my enemy?"
"I just feel that, actually, this way of speaking is quite nice too." Catherine's smile was equally meaningful: "Don't you think so, Your Majesty?"
The two beautiful ladies locked gazes in silence for a few seconds, then, once again, smiled and raised their teacups in a salute from across the table.
