This time, it was truly time to leave.
Gawain glanced at the tea and refreshments laid out on the round table before him and said with genuine sincerity, "I think I'll miss this cup of 'Reflection'—it was one of my best experiences in Tarlonnd."
The Dragon God gave Gawain a long look. "It seems... it was a taste you had not experienced again since coming to this world."
"I once tried having someone make something similar, but it never succeeded." Gawain smiled. Only before this god, who understood so many things, could he speak of such matters without reservation. He glanced again at the oak cup on the table, his expression somewhat regretful. "Unfortunately, something like Reflection... could never be recreated by human hands."
The Dragon God seemed curious. "...Do Outworld Wanderers miss home too?"
"Sometimes—though I can no longer remember what my hometown looked like very clearly."
"My Lord, they have left Tarlonnd."
Heragol, who had gone to see the guests off, returned to the hall of the upper sanctuary. He approached Dragon God Enya, who still stood silently in the middle of the hall, lowered his hands respectfully, and spoke.
"I know," the Dragon God said, giving Heragol a faint glance. "Then you should go rest as well—I have no need of your service for the time being."
Heragol slightly raised his head to look at the god, then lowered it and accepted the order. "...Yes."
Yet after accepting the order, the High Rank Dragon Priest did not leave at once. Instead, he remained where he was, as though he had something to say, looking somewhat hesitant.
"Speak," the Dragon God said calmly. "What do you wish to ask?"
"You appear deeply troubled, and weary," Heragol said with his head lowered. "Is it because of the final