Kneeling on disturbed dirt beside a man who had, moments ago, appeared to have a vertical mouth splitting his entire head in two, in front of a devastatingly beautiful woman leaning casually on a shovel, was not something Cecilia had ever expected to do in the middle of a graveyard at night.

And yet, here she was.

"Why are you screaming, Bunny?" The woman asked.

"I thought there were ghosts." Bunny, the tall man in white T-shirt, shivered with a grimace that seemed entirely too genuine for a being of his apparent power.

"And why are you screaming when you saw it was us?" The woman turned to Cecilia, one perfect eyebrow arching.

"I-I really thought you were ghosts! The mouth and the face!" Cecilia pointed at both of them in turn, then slowly withdrew her finger, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "S-sorry."

The woman sighed. It was a beautiful, long, put-upon sound that suggested this was not the first time her evening had been interrupted by panicked mortals.

"Come on. We only have a limited time. We need to dig this one up, take the gem, and be done with it." She planted one hand on her hip, the other still gripping her shovel, and angled her flashlight toward the headstone behind her. The beam illuminated the name carved into the stone, and Cecilia leaned forward to read it.

Aroche Leodegrance.

The name was completely unfamiliar. It looked like a perfectly ordinary person’s grave, no grand titles, no ancient lineage, no indication that it contained anything more valuable than bones and memory.

And these two were digging it up. With shovels. In the middle of the night.

Were they... actually grave robbing...?!

"Yes, we are grave robbing right now." Bunny said, matter-of-fact, as though he had read her mind, which, Cecilia realized, he probably had. "And I think your telekinesis will help do this much more effectively."

"H-huh?!"

"You drank that potion. So quickly, before your little egg could eat it all." The woman tilted her head, her blue eyes flicking toward Cecilia’s belly. "Aren’t you afraid the egg will grow so big you will have a harder time delivering?"

"That can happen?!" Cecilia’s hands flew to her stomach, her fear of ghosts temporarily eclipsed by the sudden, visceral terror of birthing an oversized egg.

She had so many questions. Why were Morgen and Caledfwlch digging up a stranger’s grave? And what kind of gods went grave robbing in the middle of the night with ordinary shovels?

"We actually came to this world especially to dig graves," Bunny said, as though this explained everything.

"That’s the gist of it." Momo shrugged.

"WHAT KIND OF GODS ARE YOU?!"

"Come on, just help us. This way, we can have dinner early."

"There is a waffle barn nearby. I’m curious about waffle barns."

"Didn’t we agree we were going to McKing?"

"Momo..."

"And Dairy Lady—"

"You are lactose intolerant."

"I’m not! I just have IBS!"

"Just admit that you are lactose intolerant, baby..."

"I will never admit it because I’m not lactose intolerant!"

Cecilia stared at the two gods bickering in front of her like an old married couple arguing about where to eat dinner, well... after desecrating a grave.

One of them had, apparently, a vertical mouth and no face until the light hit him right. The other was so beautiful that Cecilia had almost fallen madly in love with her by accident.

And they were standing in a graveyard, holding shovels, debating the relative merits of waffle barns versus fast food while a half-dug grave gaped at their feet.

Were these two actually Morgen and Caledfwlch? The goddess who had lifted the ocean and the god who had wielded the blade that split the sky...?

The figures from the scripture she had whispered on the dam, the ancient powers whose names had been invoked in prayers for millennia?

"If you don’t want to help, then step aside. We are going to continue digging."

Bunny straightened up, rolling his shoulders, and took the shovel that Momo had been leaning on. His muscles flexed under his white t-shirt.

Cecilia blinked. This... supposedly ordinary man was kind of... sexy?

"He is, right?" Momo winked at her, clearly catching the direction of her thoughts. "And if you keep looking at his face, he will slowly look more and more handsome. Or... more and more scary, depending on what kind of person you are."

Cecilia narrowed her eyes, staring at her face as though she were staring directly at the sun. Compared to this man, Momo’s beautiful face was so striking that Cecilia needed to desensitize herself a bit before she could properly assess her.

This woman’s beauty was so cataclysmically enchanting that she had almost fallen madly in love just from looking at her.

Wait... was that why Bunny’s face had seemed so ordinary at first? Because he was standing right beside her?

Ah, that was it! Bunny’s face was actually comparably handsome to her husbands! But even her husbands would look ordinary if they stood right beside this woman!

"Why are you digging manually like this, though...?" Cecilia asked, dragging her mind back to the matter at hand. "I imagine you can lift any amount of dirt with your power too..."

"Oh, like, lifting earth?" Bunny drove his shovel into the ground. "Yeah, we are worried it will go off orbit."

JAB—Ssshhh...

JAB—Ssshhh...

Wait. I-if he said that, she was now a little bit scared that the shovel in his hand might split the planet in two.

Cecilia’s blood ran cold. The casual way he had said it suggested he wasn’t entirely joking.

The two gods chuckled, and Cecilia realized with a sinking feeling that they had heard her thoughts again.

"We’re kidding," Momo said, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "We can’t use our power in this mortal body, or this body won’t die or decompose. That’s just straight up environmentally irresponsible."

...Huh?

Cecilia was immediately hit by a headache.

"You know what? Step aside. I’ll lift the dirt for you."

"Yay!"

"Heh. That’s my girl."