"So, tell me. Your little blessing-sale for the God's eye talent… how much did you make from that little scam... sale. Thirty trillion? A decent start to refilling the coffers, I suppose."
"It was already calculated beforehand," Sunny said, his voice flat. "The sales from the blessings were, as you said, around thirty trillion. A modest sum."
"Only thirty?" Adam joked. "And here you were, boasting of hundreds of trillions just a few hours ago. I suppose even an Emperor can miscalculate his market." He was teasing, of course.
Thirty trillion faith in a half an hour was a staggering amount for any of the new Gods.
"Oh? We are making fun of each other now?" Sunny's cosmic mask tilted, the swirling galaxies of his eyes seeming to focus on Adam.
He didn't get angry. He simply, and casually, asked, "Do you know how much faith I have actually accumulated in this last half-hour, Adam?"
Adam's smile faltered. He sensed no boast in Sunny's tone. Only a quiet statement of fact.
