“What…?” Naflas’s voice quivered. He hadn’t expected such a response from Ketal. “Is that your only reason?”0

“I don’t have any other, really,” Ketal replied.0

In truth, Ketal simply wanted to see some genuine bandits from a fantasy world, but he couldn’t admit that out loud.0

“I see…” Naflas’s eyes trembled. Ketal’s words about not needing a reason to save another resonated with him.0

Even the legends of Kalosia, which Naflas himself had proudly shared, spoke of how the god had aided a child thief for no apparent reason. If even such a great deity didn’t weigh the costs and benefits before lending a hand, he believed human beings had no right to decide who was worthy of rescue.0

“Uh…” Naflas’s voice caught in his throat as a kind of realization swept over him. No one actually needs a reason to save someone else. You do it simply because you’re moved to act.0

In that moment, he felt as though he had reached a higher level of understanding. His body remained unchanged, but the divine energy within him grew subtler and more refined.0

Breathing a slow sigh, Naflas fixed Ketal with a newly composed gaze and said, “Thank you. You’ve broadened my narrow p...0