Beneath the night sky, Gawain felt a chill seep into his soul.
Night Lady's amber eyes looked down upon the earth from the heavens. Deep within the clouds and mist, those eyes seemed like the twilight sky, devoid of warmth or emotion. Under that utterly calm, pure gaze, Gawain instantly understood the deeper meaning behind her words.
For a moment, he said nothing. But Night Lady clearly knew that this "mortal" before her understood her warning perfectly. After a brief pause, she slowly spoke. "Your great achievements are countless. They stemmed from your own wisdom and vision, from luck and circumstances that cannot be replicated, and from the efforts of countless ordinary people who shared your ideals. But most ordinary people will not distinguish between these things—the great Emperor Gawain Cecil represents the brightest beacon of this age. Though countless logs fuel that flame, all people see is its light.
"And this will become a tremendous problem.
"Gawain, your arrival and activity greatly accelerated the progress of the mortal world. You brought many things that might originally have taken generations to accomplish to an extreme speed. What you have done has already surpassed many people's imagination, and having lived in this world for so many years, you should know very well—what happens when the masses encounter something far beyond their imagination."
Gawain listened quietly to Night Lady's words. Only after she finished did he speak in a low voice. "The Divine Authority Council will do everything in its power to prevent such a situation. The widespread enlightenment of the people and the popularization of ideological concepts will also eliminate the possibility you speak of."
"Ah, the Divine Authority Council, and the series of literacy campaigns you have led..." Night Lady said slowly. "Indeed, when I awoke from my uncontrollable slumber