"LET'S COMMIT blasphemy and create a fake prophecy, my little darling saint," Neoma said. But before Skylus and Manu faint from shock, she quickly explained herself. "Don't worry. We have Lord Yule's blessing."
To be fair, Yule gave Neoma permission to use his name if she needed to.
She knew that the Moon God wasn't expecting her to use his holy name to create a fake prophecy, but what could she do? The situation was asking for it.
[I'm sorry, Lord Yule.]
"We have Lord Yule's blessing?" Skylus asked, obviously relieved that they had permission from the Moon God. "I haven't been hearing the Moon God's voice these days. Moreover, I don't see as many visions as I used to have."
"That's the same case with me," Manu added worriedly. "Is Lord Yule doing fine, Princess Neoma?"
"Yep, he's still alive and kicking," Neoma said while nodding. "Don't worry about Lord Yule too much because he's fine. Plus, we're more fucked up than he is."
