"... Sigh."
Fulingya sat hugging her knees on the heart of the Holy Sanctuary, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling a lock of light green hair.
Those usually serene emerald eyes now brimmed with confusion and struggle.
The breeze swept past, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grasses, but could not dispel the gloom in her heart.
Fulingya was very conflicted now.
On one hand, she genuinely didn't know what kind of reward to give Herbert.
On the other hand, she found the advice given by Winter Goddess utterly unreliable.
She had pursued Winter Goddess Euphemine again for answers, but the answer remained the same.
"Fulingya, my dear child."
The lazily teasing voice of Winter Goddess Euphemine seemed to echo in her ears once more.
"A token truly belonging to 'you', distinct from the Natural Pantheon, and satisfying for that Godslayer, is actually quite simple..."
