The expression of the Goddess of Agriculture was visibly slightly displeased.
She had paid a heavy price for her beliefs, and Soren's words clearly carried a trace of negation toward all of this. If it were any other deity with a harsher temper, they would have already flipped out, but she was, after all, the extraordinary Goddess of Agriculture. At the moment, she merely gazed quietly at Soren, waiting for what he had to say next.
The Goddess of Agriculture assumed Soren would speak at length about many things.
However, Soren did not do that. He merely smiled faintly and sat down on the recliner previously occupied by the Goddess of Agriculture, saying calmly, "You should have been to other places, right?"
Hearing this, the Goddess of Agriculture frowned slightly.
Soren looked at the beautiful scenery around them and smiled softly, "It's really nice here. Much more beautiful than my realm."
"I've traveled to many places along the way. Some cities have completely fallen into ruin, countless people are displaced, and many are starving. North of the Agate River, piles of bones can be seen everywhere—some human, and some from other creatures."
"The peace and beauty here exist only because the manor lords and nobles have blocked refugees from approaching."
"They have been turned away and locked on the opposite bank of the river."
Soren sighed softly, then continued, "I have no intention of denying your philosophy. It's just that everything you wish to create is simply impossible to bring about given the current civilizational foundation of the Material Plane."
"If you only want to hole up in a corner, this place can probably realize your vision."
"But this is merely the Southern Duchy, an insignificant place for the entire continent, and an extremely tiny patch of land in the