On the road leading out of the city, Enya remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "Teacher, I have an illusion that the ceremony just now, wrapped in a sacred cloak, was like a trade. Everything had a price tag."
She looked down somewhat embarrassed, murmuring softly, "Maybe I was mistaken, but that's really what I think."
"You just realized?"
The Crow Sage looked at Enya, teasing gently, "Enya, the fact that you can see this means the three months of hard journey weren't in vain."
"Ah?"
Enya's beautiful big eyes widened, stammering for a long time, leaving only a sigh.
"I don't like it this way."
"Nobody likes it, but it's the rule of the game," the Crow said calmly.
He stopped walking and cast his gaze towards the Rodinia River not far away.
"Enya, remember. True romanticism is finding beauty in ugliness, not adding trouble to oneself in a beautiful world."
