Rosalinda was crying. And it made angry. You see, she was just a widow, burdened with a child, trying her best to get by. She couldn't practice a trade - I had no idea if that was even allowed or which trade she had - because a baby, even one as sentient as yours truly, demands a lot of attention. And my anger was directed at the host of deities that decided to pay a visit. She wasn't dumb either. The mont these strangely-clad strangers appeared, she knew who they were and she fell on her knees, still clutching . Which ant I couldn't see them.
I didn't have much ti to study the deities' attire, so forgive if they are lacking for now. What I can say was that only Wyxnos had modern clothing. The others wore togas, tunics, dresses, and more sopotamian-Greco-Roman divine-approved style of garbs. I could swear I saw a guy in cataphract armor but don't quote on that.
I heard footsteps approaching.
"Hello, Anomaly. We et again."
"Uh kiiwould haff intwodwuced wyoshelves bewther," I repliedn in English. "Butt how dwo uwhu dwo, qoweuroqwiehr92382349rbudf?" I forgot I can't say a deity's na.
Rosalinda parted from her bosom to stare at my face. "Rwoshalinna!" I cooed in the local language. She gasped. She stared up at Wyxnos.
"Can you use the sign language you invented?" Wyxnos sighed. "I can understand you better if you do."
Wyxnos spoke to Rosalinda, and she turned around so I was facing the deities.
"I can't help you with your missing arm," Wyxnos lanted.
"A planet," Wyxnos concluded. He was the God of Logic. "You ca from Earth."
"That shouldn't be. Transmigration should be blocked by the System."
"The Amoeba. I am aware. What you say has rit. Thanks for your answer. Now, who sent you here."
Was one way I thought about going around things my curses forbade from speaking. Since the general statent was a tautology, there was little risk of having the curses triggering.
"I think I understand. But let's make it clear. You are under a geass to not surrender the information. That was not unexpected."
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