"I imagine they expected that hosting you would give them clout with your gods as well as other people," he says with a shake of his head. "They didn't know you very well if they thought that would work."

He lifts his cup to his lips and sips again, then regards Koumyou as he lowers it. "Then again, very few people wanted to know you at all. They only cared about Sanzo-sama, didn't they?"