Nobunaga had never embraced the supernatural. If it existed or not, it mattered little to her, there was no need to kowtow to some divine being that had no true proof in its existence.

But this was a world where such beings provably existed, and once again she had come face to face with one. That did not mean that she felt it necessary to engage in worship, however. She sought an audience, and the ritual was merely fulfilling the conditions to gain one.

The petite black-haired girl lowered the flute.

Indeed, Nobunaga did not believe in the worship of deities as it were, though she supposed religion could be a uniting force.

That being said, this was the Kyrnith's domain. Its territory. It would be foolish not to treat it politely and with respect, just as any guest should treat their host, or any two negotiators should treat one another.

Nobunaga bowed, politely.

"We are here to seek an audience, o Kyrnith," she began as she straightened, "As you mentioned, it has been some time since the villagers came here to offer you tribute."

In a world where the gods existed, it was a matter of negotiation. Of diplomacy.

"Their failure to uphold their end of the bargain has lead to the suffering of the village, and left you without tribute. So I shall not hide my intentions."

She spread her arms.

"I believe the potential of a new deal that benefits both yourself and the people of the village equally remains."

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