So,the  dream goddess sent me  here? But why me? Couldn't she take care of him herself? Wasn't the goddess more powerful than her? Must be  a  reason that  she  sent her. Somehow I needed to  find out that  reason. It seemed,  that he  wasn't really fighting. He  wasn't  doing much to prove he was  a  so  called  God like he said.She had  to stall him,make him talk more  so  she could learn more  about him. The  only  thing she had  to beat him  with that  she knew about was  words. So she would use her  words as much  as she  could.<br/>"It is obvious to me you hate your sister, now..will you tell me  why that  is?"<br/>She glanced  as the sword in her hands  became  a staff, feeling a strange  evil darkness  coming from it. She  clutched her hands  around it, feeling it become warmer as she held it tight. Was it just  the warmness  of my hands, or was  she changing the  quality  of  the staff? First she would talk, then  test about this staff.