Gawain could tell at a glance from the words printed on the paper tape that their distant interstellar friends clearly harbored deeply ingrained stereotypes about the peace-loving people of Loren. Otherwise, how could they have imagined all that from one utterly ordinary sentence of his? He had carefully considered and repeatedly checked it; he could be certain that his words had been absolutely impartial, peaceful, and free of misleading implications. If they could read so much into such a normal sentence, then they were definitely overthinking it.
It was not just him muttering to himself. Even the air beside him carried Amber's voice: "...What kind of image do we have in these aliens' eyes?"
Gawain glanced at the figure gradually emerging from the air beside him, his expression equally helpless. "Our path of development has ultimately left too deep an impression on them."
After saying that, he shook his head, gathered his thoughts and phrasing a little, and sent a new message to the Noi people: "We have not taken such radical action to resolve the crisis of divine calamity. The gods still exist in our world. We merely adopted certain measures to eliminate the hidden danger of divinity running out of control. The specific details are inconvenient to disclose, but please rest assured: regarding the construction of the Mother Star Barrier against the Magic Tide, Loren no longer has any lingering concerns."
Gawain had hesitated for a while, but in the end, he still did not dare tell those interstellar friends the truth about the Ragnarok Plan. One reason was that there was no need to do so, but the more important reason was that "stuffing the thrones of the gods full of bombs" really sounded absurdly outrageous. From a Loren perspective, they had merely destroyed the gods' divinity