Only now did Fisher truly understand Renie’s situation, and he also finally understood why she seed so naive despite living for so long, finding everything so novel.
She was a True God, yet also a prisoner, and he happened to beco the one who stepped into her cage’s view with the Completion Manual, embarking on the path to solve the Doomsday Prophecy, allowing them to communicate and interact.
Her predecessor, the Mother Goddess, committed a wrongdoing, and after her demise, Renie had to bear the consequences. It’s indistinguishable right from wrong, as it can be debated from any perspective, or one could say many things in this world are like this, unclear and vague, just running their course.
He no longer ntioned these matters, then stood up and said to Renie,
"So, what else do you want to do? Let’s do it tonight, it’s still early before dawn."
"I don’t want to do anything, just want to stay by your side like this."
"Is this the True God’s wish?"
Renie chuckled sinisterly, pretending as she waved her hands and said,
"Alright, as my believer, Mr. Fisher, please offer up the corresponding sacrifice for ."
"I don’t believe in the Mother Goddess."
Renie blinked cutely and tapped her red lips with her finger, speaking coquettishly,
"Then... believing in your sister Renie, is that not okay either?"
"..."
This woman, she was so shy and timid just now, and now she’s starting to tease again, isn’t she?
Soday, he definitely has to catch her, then...
Fisher shook his head, the cold wind brushed against his cheek, dispersing their topic sowhat, but the lingering fragrance blew back, drawing him once more into Renie’s tenderness,
"Fisher..."
She suddenly spoke.
Fisher looked up to find her words, but after all, they were blown away by the wind, leaving only her long hair fluttering and her pink earlobes.
She lowered her eyes a little, not looking at Fisher, yet speaking to him.
Her smile was hidden by her arms, but its aning seeped through her words; she smiled and said,
"We... kissed today, you know..."
"..."
Fisher’s mouth went dry, reminiscing on that sweet-tasting kiss, too late to respond to her imdiately.
Renie, not receiving a response, didn’t get angry. She turned her head a bit within the embrace of her arms and knees, her crescent moon-like eyes gazing at Fisher,
"Next ti... we can try sothing else..."
"...Sothing else?"
"You... don’t say anything first... and don’t ask..."
"...Alright, let’s try next ti."
Fisher’s voice was hoarse, barely responding.
After saying this, they both lowered their heads a little, not knowing about the bright night moon beyond their words, the lingering aftermath drifting.
It was ti to change the topic.
At this mont, Fisher, feeling unusually restrained, thought this.
And right at this mont, he suddenly recalled, he didn’t know where that fellow Emhardt had gone.
He was just about to speak to shift the topic, but Renie suddenly spoke as well,
"Wait, where did that Little Guy go?"
Hmm, maybe they both thought sowhat similarly.
Fisher scanned around with a wry smile, finding nothing but the waves,
"He went in that direction just now."
"Should we go look for him? It’d be a good chance for a walk."
"Yeah, he said before he left it seed like he slled sothing, maybe he found so knowledge again?"
Renie floated up, following behind Fisher, glancing at the surrounding island peaks, she couldn’t help but speak,
"What knowledge could be here. That Little Guy’s nose is really keen, his sensitivity to knowledge is no different from a puppy."
"He’ll be upset if you say that."
"I’ll apologize to him, secretly, not telling him."
"..."
Fisher walked a long distance in the direction Emhardt had left. The peak ahead was high, Renie behind him quickly glanced over, then said,
"He’s there on the mountainside, not sure what he’s up to."
Fisher nodded and then leaped, silently and with agility, moving through the mountains, quickly crossing the lush greenery to a place with similarly many wooden architectural ruins.
It seed this was also a relic of the Elf civilization, but it was entirely unrecognizable as a beautiful shape, appearing as scattered architectural fragnts here.
"Huff huff..."
In the pile of buildings, below the mountain’s cliff, that square book was unknown to be doing what, Fisher only saw it lying there, incessantly using its mouth to move the buildings beside it.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh, are you done? So soon? Didn’t have more underwater activity?"
"..."
Emhardt turned his head, speaking sowhat curiously, but upon seeing Renie’s faux smile, his survival instincts kicked in strongly, he coughed and, looking at the ruins in front of him, said,
"Ahem! Well... Fisher, co help quickly, there’s sothing under here with a very good scent!"
Fisher raised an eyebrow and went forward to give a hand, effortlessly lifting the fragnt and tossing it aside.
The fragnt, of unknown origin, had blocked the rock face; when suddenly opened, the text carved on it was revealed.
Emhardt imdiately eagerly floated up wanting to record the content above, but was surprised to find he couldn’t understand it,
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