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“Ahhh—”
The avatar of Goddess Freyja resided in the Saint Sanctuary. The area within the sanctuary where she stayed was one of the most sacred parts of it.
Of course, what made it sacred wasn’t the sanctuary itself, but the goddess who dwelled within it.
The goddess sat with her feet dipped in a round, circular pond, eyes closed. She hummed a sweet melody in a gentle voice. It sounded elegant and holy beyond comparison, but there was something different about it.
“This is exactly why I hated coming here,” a voice cut through the song, and the avatar slowly turned her head to look at the uninvited guest.
A nymph. It was the Minstrel Hero, Mute.
To the world, she was known either as a Muse or simply as Mute.
“There’s sadness in that song. Honestly, I consider myself a proud minstrel, yet whenever I hear your voice, it feels like my entire existence is being denied.”
While Mute was an exceptional minstrel, the music the avatar sang was nothing short of the creation of an entirely new world.
“Are you sad?”
At the nymph’s question, the goddess closed her eyes again and resumed singing. No answer came, but Mute could feel it clearly.
The demon race clashing with Davey. She could tell that the goddess was mourning the primordial demon of time, the foundational beings of the demon race Thanatos once controlled.
“What exactly is that demon? Daphne went down after storing up her power, so she probably knows, but the others still seem to be wondering.”
The sorrowful song came to an abrupt stop once more. The goddess slowly turned her head again and quietly gazed at the nymph. Then, her delicate lips parted softly. “Poor children, desperate for a parent’s love.”
“Only you, the Goddess of Mercy, would say something like that. Wait...
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