"Huh."

The little girl with the flower hairpin stops in front of the shrine and stares at it for a few moments.

"Wow. Is this what we're reduced to here? I'm already depressed, but this is pretty much rock bottom for me."

It wasn't that she needed worship to survive. It was just awfully nice to be adored and adulated. That had fallen off in recent years, even before she had embarked on her whole human genocide thing.

"What are you the god of?"