"I hope it can soon recognize reality and won't react too violently."
He didn't go along.
On one hand, Herbert was worried it might vent its anger or sadness at not finding the Holy Tree on the surrounding environment in an emotional outburst.
On the other hand, he was being considerate.
In times of sadness, it's best to let it adapt by itself.
When relationships aren't close enough, no one wants to expose their vulnerable moments to others.
…
Meanwhile, inside the wooden house.
The Cold Winter Goddess withdrew Her gaze from the distance, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as a hint of confusion passed through her eyes.
Even though She hadn't deliberately released her Divine Thought, She clearly sensed that faint yet fundamentally supreme fluctuation of natural authority just now.
"Is that feeling truly the Master of Nature?"
She murmured to Herself, unconsciously twirling a strand of hair around her fingertips, recalling the breath fluctuations She had sensed earlier.
