Kneeling down with a complicated look in his eyes, Tristan glanced up at the moon and sighed.
How many times had it been?
How long since his goddess last responded to his prayers.
Though it was only a matter of time considering how… cold he had been towards her approaches.
She may be a goddess however… She also seemed like an ordinary girl at times.
Perhaps it may be arrogant for him to think so, but maybe Lumiria found comfort by his presence.
That she could act however she wanted and drop her guard.
And yet because of his constant rejections, she closed herself up once more.
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
The fact that Lumiria hadn't taken back her blessings were rather… surprising.
Regardless, he had a bad feeling about her silence.
Guilt?
'Maybe…' He thought inwardly as he stood up and tidied up the shrine he had prepared.
Distance makes the heart grow fond. Perhaps that's what he's feeling right now.
