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Camistella listened attentively to Cherry’s historical account, and for a moment, she imagined a large, green Scryme with a smirk on its broad face and underwear on its head.
“Hmm, an interesting story. I can’t help but admit that Rynze’s personality inspires admiration in me. Just think: she was born a human without divine heritage! And now, several worlds heed her will. What is this, if not clear proof of the limitlessness of our capabilities? If you’re very lucky, you can even become a god. After all…” Camistella’s face took on a fanatical expression, “the radiant ruler Akonia also walked the world in the guise of a mortal.”
Of course, Camistella couldn’t help but notice a certain similarity between the described religion and certain rituals of her adoptive parents. Besides, they always showed signs of mild insanity; what a coincidence… Oh, breaking away from a deity that constantly maintains a mental connection with you… it’s probably a very unpleasant feeling.
“Beauty is a symbol of health, greatness; it pleases the eye and is worthy of veneration,” Camistella continued after a short pause, “however, Rynze did not elevate the concept of beauty itself into a cult… she elevated herself, her own body, to an absolute, and declared everything that she considered repulsive to her as an enemy. I see a certain difference here. Akonia deemed it necessary to protect us from the influence of Rynze and similar deities. And I have no doubt about the sincerity of her intentions.”
Perhaps a couple of years ago, Camistella would have bowed before Rynze Rehm with sincere pleasure, but now her heart beat in time with the Akonia sect. She had no reason to feel dislike for the destroyed cult of Rynze, but she didn’t feel any sympathy either. After all, she didn’t remember the times when gods from other worlds were still trying to assert their rights to Anush. As for the victims among the less attractive part of the population… perhaps killing freaks is fun. But Camistella had never tried it, and in Enlil, freaks were a rare phenomenon. Asuguh is a kingdom with a pleasant population.