I, Little Griseo, Roam the Myriad Worlds

Our own Lesser Kusanali, with her tender yet stubborn spirit like a young green blade of grass, really made everyone treat her gently, no matter who they were.

But if that was the case!

The Akademiya of the past, the Grand Sage of the past... It had been several hundred years! They really were all damnable!

Such a gentle god, such a considerate god! And you had the heart to imprison her all this time...

What exactly had driven Alhaitham to serve this little goddess?

He might not have been able to say before.

But now, he seemed to understand a little...

Yes~

It had nothing to do with ability!

Nothing to do with whether she was powerful.

What mattered wasn't that heart that loved her people?

Especially in this era, when it was practically impossible to start any wars.

The seven nations might not necessarily be peaceful.

But wars between nations were not permitted.

As long as there was a god, a symbol—regardless of whether they were strong or weak! For the people, for humanity... it was all essentially the same, wasn't it?

A nation with a god and a nation without one were two entirely different things.

Without a god, a nation would definitely be bullied by other countries in various ways. Diplomatically, militarily, economically, and even in trade...

But having a god was enough!

Whether the god was strong or weak, they were still a god. A deterrent, the final trump card.

Their symbolic significance outweighed their practical use.

It wasn't as if they would ever truly be used.

Whether they were truly powerful or qualified—what did it matter? After all, governing a nation relied more on its other people, not on the gods themselves.

If you had the ability to lead the nation down the right