"Don't you want to know what it feels like to earn a blessing from a god such as myself?"

Scaramouche stared down at you from the inside of the Shouki no Kami. His voice rang through the workshop—deceiving but also taunting. He knew he had you cornered and confused, you were questioning your own train of thought on how you ended up in this situation, and Scaramouche knew it.

"You do not need the protection of the archons when you have me to worship."