The autumn wind grew cooler by the day. Though it had not yet reached the point of being "cold," the gust that met one's face upon opening the window in the morning still made people instinctively hunch their necks—but on the other hand, that chilly wind could swiftly clear a muddled head and quickly calm an overly restless heart.
Gawain stood before the study's floor-to-ceiling window, watching fallen leaves whirl up in the courtyard below and ripples spread across the pond's surface in the wind. A long snake tail extended from the nearby shrubs, its tail tip lazily soaking in the pond. This peaceful, everyday scene, along with the cold wind blowing into the room, gradually calmed his mind. He turned back to Veronica, who was still standing beside the desk. "If the Feilna Sisters truly never returned back then, and if what came back to our world was really some... unknown thing from the realm of the Divine Kingdom, what do you think their purpose was?"
"I don't know." Veronica shook her head frankly. "That is also what I find strangest right now... If Divine Contamination spread to mortals, they would quickly go mad. They could not possibly retain the ability to think for a thousand years. If what returned to our world was a god's true form, then its divine fluctuations could not be concealed. If a god's true form found a way to hide its divine fluctuations and descended into our world, then its actions would also be bound by the 'rules of the gods.' It should either go completely mad or shelter all living beings—and neither of those matches the Feilna Sisters' behavior."
"So... we can more or less rule out the possibility that the Feilna Sisters are either divine incarnations or gods in their true