Since the dawn of creation, the six Primordial Gods born of the World Tree had gathered here.
Hearing Romon's words, the four goddesses first smiled faintly. "It's nothing much, really. We called you here this time because we wanted you to know some things—what did you obtain from the World Tree's inheritance?"
Romon was startled. After thinking it over, he answered, "I only learned about the process of creation, all of your origins, the Original Sin of the Elves, and the birth of the Lord of Radiance."
"What about the knowledge of the gods?"
Romon shook his head. "No."
The goddesses exchanged smiles and each took out a Light Orb. "This is the inheritance the World Tree bestowed upon us. It contains all our knowledge and domains."
Five Light Orbs of different colors landed upon the table, glimmering.
Romon froze for a moment, faintly moved.
To gods, divine knowledge and domains were absolute secrets. Every god guarded their knowledge and secrets with the utmost care. Yet these five goddesses had handed their respective domains to him all at once. Even if they had held some things back, they truly regarded him as a new Primordial God—as family bound by blood.
After some thought, Romon did not immediately accept the Light Orbs. Instead, he asked, "I would like to ask about your doctrines, sisters, and the strategies you intend to adopt."
The five women exchanged glances, smiles appearing on their faces. To gods, the most important thing was not benefit, but the path. If their paths diverged, or even clashed, no amount of benefit could make up for it. Romon's understanding of this meant he had already stepped onto the proper path of a god.
"Though the four of us are children of the World Tree, we are also guilty toward