"Wizet, have you thought this through?" Beyond respect, Odin's gaze held a few traces of concern.
"We once walked this path ourselves. We firmly upheld 'change,' yet we had to face our companions' lack of understanding, or even deeper doubts."
"What Mictlantecuhtli and the others said once caused us immense pain. Even now, that pain has not faded in the slightest."
"When the ideals you put forward and the gifts you offer are misunderstood, treated with hostility, and taken as proof of arrogance, can you truly remain completely unaffected?"
"Or rather..." He sighed, his voice growing lower. "Can you really manage not to worry, not to care about... those voices that do not understand you?"
"Of course, I can't do that completely," Wizet said frankly. "I've never thought of myself as particularly strong, someone who could remain entirely unmoved by external things."
"I know very well what kind of person I am. Some things make me sad, and some things make me angry."
"Even while researching magic, I occasionally feel tired. If I claimed I did not care at all, that would truly be deceiving myself."
"As for whether anyone can understand me..." He smiled faintly. "I have actually thought about that too."
"So I won't live by relying on vague notions. I hope to see a more brilliant future, but I won't dwell on it every moment. That would be far too grand!"
"I will focus on the small things. Those are what drive me forward. After all, I have friends and people I care about. Whenever I encounter difficulties, they come to find me and help me without hesitation."
"Like what happened in the Paris Region last year. Even though what I planned to do was dangerous, once they learned everything, not a single one of them chose