[ hylia. hm, that's not a name she's heard before. even in all the books she read in the library in one frantic search for a stray god. there were hundreds, if not thousands, of names. no yato.

no hylia, either. maybe she missed it.

what is she like, hiyori wonders. having relationships with some gods and knowing their faces, she can't help but imagine it just as the pleasant scent of a spirit or a god washes over her again. ]

I'm a good student, I promise! [ hiyori declares, looking determined and enthusiastic at the idea of doing something new. ]

If you inherited a harp that was used in religious ceremonies, you must have a strong connection with your goddess. [ in fact, she's pretty sure of it. ]