"Ah? Isn't it better not to be misled by the outside world?" Arthur asked, looking puzzled.
Suye smiled. "Let me ask you this: when an Original God from the British Continent faces the arrival of a powerful mage, do you think it's better for him not to be confused, or to be confused?"
Arthur suddenly understood. "I get it! The Herb God wasn't confused. He believed that everything he and the past had done was right, so he could kill a mage as if he were an ordinary Briton. That's why, even when he met you, he treated you as merely a somewhat stronger mage. But the Holy Lake Goddess was confused. She didn't understand what the Divination Crystal Ball really meant, so she kept testing you and ultimately came to believe in you. In the end, the unconfused one died, while the confused one took control of the Divine Striking Whip."
"What about you?"
"I'm still confused."
"Then think about it. Is it better for you not to be confused, or to be confused?"
Arthur suddenly broke into a cold sweat. "Thank you for your guidance. Of course it's better to be confused—and to remain confused forever. Otherwise, I don't know what foolish things I might do."
Suye smiled. "That's what 'at forty, one is free from doubts' means. At thirty, he followed society's rules and achieved what others saw as 'standing.' But afterward, society molded him completely. He came to believe that everyone, everything, and every principle should operate according to the forms of the past. Everything within him became fixed. Whenever he encountered an external stimulus, he either grew smug and self-satisfied, or couldn't be bothered to question it and gave up seeking answers. In a long, unchanging society, this wouldn't be much of a problem. But