The Silver Empress had spoken without much thought, but Gawain, listening beside her, took it to heart. Something stirred within him, and he suddenly felt that the topic had become rather bizarre—have the Former Nature God personally speak with those devout believers unwilling to forget the past? Well... to the Silver Empress, it was probably just a fanciful idea, but for Gawain, it actually seemed physically possible...
That "god" was still in his backyard watching "television." According to the monitoring team, he spent at least twenty hours online every day...
But then again, what could Amun say to those stubborn believers? How could a group of elves who had clung to their obsession for three thousand years be safely and reliably persuaded to let it go? Have the Nature God put on another performance of dying on the spot...
Gawain lightly shook his head, hurriedly flinging away the bizarre thought that had surfaced for some reason. He knew it was only a passing notion. No matter what, he could not casually allow Amun to come into contact with mortals outside again—not even to say a single word to them or reveal himself once. The risks behind such a thing were far too great. It could very likely cause Amun, who had already stepped down from godhood, to reconnect with divine authority, while the benefits of doing so were impossible to predict.
He could not casually squander the results of the White Star's fall three thousand years ago on something as frivolous as this.
But... what if there were another way... another line of thought...
Gawain involuntarily sank into thought, but the Silver Empress soon interrupted him. Bercetia cast him a curious glance. "What are you thinking about?"
"...Nothing. Just some trivial matters," Gawain said, jolting awake from his thoughts. He