His hand was transparent. 穂乃果 held up his right hand toward the twilight sky. Orange light seeped through beyond his fingers. It wasn't light passing through. Literally, it was passing through. Silver hair danced in the wind, and the setting sun melted into golden eyes. The small body, about 130 centimeters tall, was dressed in a thin purple silk kimono-style dress, with a delicate silver sash cinching the slender waist. A lovely girl from any angle——except for the fact that the scenery beyond was faintly visible through him. "……80 units of divine essence, then." No one was listening. There was no one to listen. In the golden age of the early Kamakura period at the height of his power——1,200 parishioners clasped their hands every morning, golden rice ears swayed in the wind, and prayers reached the heavens. Divine essence exceeded 100,000 units. 穂乃果 understood the meaning of the numbers precisely. 80 units was 0.08% of his peak power. Less than one-thousandth. Even summoning a pas