Igor's lips curled up; he felt he was getting very close to his goal.
These Spirits were complaining to him, grumbling at him. If you don't open your heart to a certain degree, would you complain and grumble to someone? Obviously, these Spirits were already being honest with him.
It was just that they didn't really understand how to interact with each other. The Spirits didn't understand Igor, and Igor hadn't understood these Spirits either.
They'd been second-guessing one another, unable to face things sincerely. Now, speaking face to face, true feelings slowly began to show.
"The reason I've been staying here all this time and won't go back to our world—I already told you before—I'm terrified of that world!" the old granny said.
"But you never admitted that you kept appearing to me in this granny guise just to win my respect."
"Uh… hehe, that, I really had no choice!" The old granny's voice suddenly sounded young, completely losing its elderly tone.
