As the Origin Spirit, she was equivalent to the embodiment of the World Will.
Even the entire world was cheering and welcoming Griseo's arrival. Her will had submitted to her grasp.
Could she really defy all this?
It could even be said that the World Will had already fallen into Griseo's hands.
No matter how hard it was for her to accept, she was nothing more than a plaything in Griseo's hands.
Everything seemed like a cage.
Only by obeying was there hope. Only by obeying was there freedom.
Disobey... and there would be nothing!
The victor became king, and the loser became a bandit. It was nothing more than that.
What was wrong with it?
However!
The Origin Spirit truly and solemnly knelt down.
She performed a perfectly standard kowtow.
The pleading look in her eyes had, at that moment, transformed into her entire body. Every cell seemed to be kneeling in worship.
All so that Griseo might show mercy and let her off!
At the very least... please don't interfere too much with her long-cherished wish and goal!
Please?
That was her only wish.
As long as she could accomplish it, she wouldn't care about anything else!
She wouldn't care whether kneeling down made her lose face. Nor would she care whether the people from Fraxinus, or her beloved herself, were watching and felt awkward about it.
She was utterly devout.
She knelt before Griseo.
It was as if she had created a world-famous painting!
Before the omniscient and omnipotent Goddess, her former omniscience and omnipotence were a paradox—ridiculous.
It was like mortals looking up to an even more supreme and exalted being. It was also an instinct that came from the depths of one's soul as a living creature.
"I know that I am guilty... and I