"My pursuit...?"
"That's right."
"I didn't expect a God to care about the mental activities of a mere mortal. So, you want me, a loser, to obediently submit and lay everything, even my spirit, bare?"
"Didn't you just say that you think humankind's struggles are too impure? Although I believe communication and exchange have their own values," the Hero spoke unhurriedly, "it's just like a beast consuming the flesh and blood of its prey during a hunt. Since you've already been defeated, it would be more in line with your own principles to offer that 'excess' as a part of the spoils of war, rather than engage in unseemly struggles.
"Or perhaps—"
She paused, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth, "You're just a human too, unable to bear losing, and have to rely on the mercy of others?"
The girl's tone wasn't cold; it even carried a hint of gentleness, causing the Mute Girl who had been quite agitated earlier to break into a mischievous smile.
