Moral Law

The Shepherd left the village and felt the wind grow lighter, the flowers fresher.

It was as though he were the only person in heaven and earth.

The Shepherd skipped joyfully through the world.

He ran and jumped, his laughter spreading in every direction until the air was filled with his joyous voice.

Before long, birds flew over and chirped around him, as though accompanying him.

The flowers began to dance as well, constantly swaying their branches by the roadside as they became the Shepherd's dance partners.

Only the little person dwelling within the Shepherd's consciousness did not dare reveal anything unusual.

He felt that everything was strange to the extreme.

Everything in this world seemed exceptionally "smooth."

It was as though whatever one wanted to do would proceed smoothly.

A Shepherd from the edge of a village and a being like a fairy, one who wielded extraordinary power, had met simply because the Shepherd wanted to leave the village.

And the fairy had very naturally bestowed blessings and warnings upon the Shepherd.

There was something deeply strange about this.

"It's as though the moment you have an idea, every kind of help immediately comes your way." The little person felt afraid.

As a normal person, as an elite cultivated by the little person, he could view all this rationally.

Most things came at a price.

All the living things in this world seemed so "kind," brimming with goodwill toward everyone.

Under such goodwill, anyone could receive assistance and achieve whatever they desired.

At that moment, the Shepherd opened the bag of rice Farmer Grandpa had given him, took out some grains, and fed them to the birds to thank them for their singing.

Then the Shepherd saw an old witch and a Soldier beneath a dead tree in the