"When you're ready, let me know. I'll call my husband."
Shub-Niggurath nodded with a bright smile. She looked happier than anyone else at the prospect of the novel's ending being decided before her eyes.
"Is there a chance we can win?"
I asked Shub-Niggurath honestly. If she had no other malice and was truly a reader who loved my novel, I thought she might give some hint.
The opponent was an Outer God, and Yog-Sothoth at that, called the de facto leader. I had the trauma of being helpless against his tyranny in my past life.
"Of course. It's not like you have to kill him completely, just inflicting a slight wound is victory."
Shub-Niggurath said this as if it were nothing, brushing her lips with her hand.
I couldn't help but question her words. No matter how I thought about it, I had no way to defeat Yog-Sothoth.
'Even if my and Seolhwa's Ice White Divine Technique, Bi Wol's Heavenly Demon Divine Technique, Verdandi's Holy Sword and Holy Armor, Azazel's divine power and Mordegian all help, we'd still lose...'
I started pondering while stroking my chin. The formations and devices laid out in the Ice Dragon Flower Banquet had already been seen through, so he wouldn't fall for them easily...
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