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"Remember, try not to make a sound."

"If I want you to do something, I'll tell you directly. I won't make you respond to my request."

Following behind Theia, they walked along a path through the Sea of Flowers.

Remembering Theia's warning, Demeter followed close behind her.

The fragrance of flowers around them was intense. Walking there, Demeter occasionally felt as though she were bathing in sunlight.

Carefully surveying everything around her, the Goddess of Agriculture recalled the question she had just asked.

What did "don't make a sound" mean? Was there some danger here that would find her through her voice?

"I don't know either. To this day, I still can't be certain what the danger here actually is."

The Goddess of Light answered her this way.

"It's just that someone once reminded me that, in certain domains, information itself is also a means of conveying one's existence."

"Just as, for an existence as inconceivable as a world, life and death are merely descriptions of a state."

"To truly erase every trace of such an existence, simply destroying it is useless. It requires more than that—occupation, assimilation, or covering, as Khaos did with the ruins of the Foreign Domain."

"Of course, there may not be such a taboo in Alfheim, but it never hurts to be careful."

"And among all this, language is the most primitive and direct medium for transmitting information."

"..."

Theia's explanation sounded reasonable, but Demeter still felt that she was not being cautious enough.

After all, the best way to avoid danger was to stay away from it, not find a way to evade it.

However, since she could not stay away for the moment, the Goddess of Agriculture could only conduct herself carefully and cautiously.

Thus, they continued forward. Demeter did not know how