Was it a subtle sense of possessiveness or protection that even Fulingya herself might not have fully realized?
This was unlike the usual, unconditional and egalitarian love the Forest Goddess had for her followers.
Was this partiality truly just out of gratitude towards the Godslayer?
She had her doubts about that.
"Hehe, so to say..."
Betera drew out her words, gracefully leaping off the swing, barefoot stepping onto the glowing moss, drawing closer to Fulingya step by step.
"You kept him away from me, was this protection of his merely out of 'respect'?"
"My dear Fulingya, I didn't know, when did you become so... observant of propriety?"
She tilted her head, putting on a pouty expression, but her eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, as if she'd found an interesting toy.
"Or is it that, deep down, you really don't wish for me to have any contact with that brave mortal?"
"Isn't it?"
Fulingya's heart lightly skipped a beat.
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