Sukra was filled with regret, impulsively giving in, only to realize afterward that she did not really understand this man.
Some people outwardly worship the Goddess of Death but are actually quite wild outside, visiting various Goddesses' abodes on a whim.
Sukra was struck with a terrifying thought: with the Goddess of Death in slumber and the Nature Goddess in her zenith, Wayne, as a Knight to both Goddesses, might have turned away from Death because he disdains it, favoring Nature instead.
"Sukra, you seem to be pondering some very impolite matters!"
Wayne looked grave, gazing at the grey hair before him, he spoke emphatically, "The pinnacle spawns hypocrisy, the twilight bears witness to the devout followers; I have devoted my faith to Death. Even if she has fallen asleep, even if she's lost her Divine Nation, she remains my sole belief."
"What about the other Divine Artifacts, why did you not reject them?" Sukra said disheartenedly.
