This tear in his nature made Mokania seem profoundly strange.
On the one hand, he possessed a decent moral standard. He could perceive many moral issues and paid attention to them.
On the other hand, he seemed to have stepped beyond moral concepts, restrained by something.
Mokania has a problem, the Shepherd swiftly concluded.
A normal person would not possess such divided beliefs.
If Mokania had been an aristocrat who upheld status-based morality, then he would not have had so many moral foundations when constructing the Moral Law.
But if Mokania was fundamentally kind, then deep in his bones, he was also an ardent supporter of status-based morality.
"The real world, gods!" The Shepherd grasped these two keywords at their core.
"You're right." At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared in the Shepherd's mind, making him freeze.
However, the Shepherd's mental fortitude had grown much stronger during this period. As he pushed through the crowd of heroes toward Hearts, he formed a question mark in his mind.
"?"
"Don't be surprised. I am indeed the Littlefolk's mind image, and I was the one who guided you out of the mountain village." The little person that had been lurking in the Shepherd's heart stepped forward at last.
The Shepherd suppressed his surprise and waited for the little person's next words, while also searching for an opportunity to see whether he could purge this Littlefolk spy from his body.
"I'm fused with you too deeply. Don't even think about removing me for now," the Littlefolk's voice continued.
"Besides, I'm only passing on information for you to consider."
Before the Shepherd could refuse, the little person said, "The Fairy Tale World where you are and the Garden World where we are were both built by Lord Naimus upon the foundation of Fictional Space."