Dice ran towards the clump of pink clouds that signified Rory Mercury's domain. After her encounter with the Japenese... Rory had been much more enthusiastic to do things and did not simply travel the world killing bandits and other creatures. Dice personally liked the new and improved Rory more. However, it had been a while since she had ascended, perhaps all that progress had gone to waste. Dice really hoped that that was not the case.

Judging by the fact that her domain was far larger than it had been initially, Dice came to the conclusion that her following in the mortal realm must have enlarged significantly. Her workload must have increased as well. Seeing the former demigoddess in the distance, Dice started shouting.

" Rory-nee! It is time to take a break! I, Dice have come to save you from work!"

Rory jumped at the intruder's sudden appearance and declaration. Looking towards the source of the shouting, her eyes widened as she saw Dice pounce at her. Closing her eyes yet smiling, Rory braced herself to be tackled. After some very enthusiastic hugging, Dice suggested something Rory had not thought about in a while.

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" Let's go down for a day!"

" What? You know very well that we gods can't enter the mortal world without a host."

" Pfft! Lord Magnus does it all the time. I have done it too, it just feels very restricted. Like lifting your arm would split the sky and chopping the earth with your hand would break the planet."

Rory panicked at her statement and quickly retorted.

" That! Is exactly why we should not decent!"

" It is fine! I can handle descending on my own. You can descend using your follower as a host!" Dice pointed at Rory.

" No! They all have families or loved ones-"

" Argh!! It's like you are trying to find excuses not to have fun with me!"

" No, I-"

" I got it, I will make a body for you to descend into and then! We shall enact the prophesised second coming of the goddess of mischief, DICE!"

" When was that a prophesy?!" Yelled Rory.

" When my pope foresees it later!" Dice said confidently as she prepared to descend.