At the end of the direction the spirit intelligence grass had pointed out was the merfolk mother who alone had lost her child.
She was sitting on a rock by the sea, quietly gazing at the distant scenery. There were no tears on her face.
But an expression that could not even show grief was the most painful of all. Everything was bottled up inside.
Kroya watched her for a while and could clearly sense her sorrow. The music of her emotions had turned entirely gray.
Their races were different, but grief was the same.
"Go on, go on! The boss gave you the Void God's power!"
The spirit intelligence grass, which resembled foxtail grass, swayed again and tossed Kroya a strange emblem engraved with what looked like a paw.
Then it shook its body, immediately shrank back, and vanished.
Only the emblem remained in Kroya's hand, flickering between light and dark like the shifting phases of the moon.
Kroya looked at it, a strange expression flashing through his eyes.
Me, making a wish to the Void God? This had better be a joke.
"This is..."
"A miracle!"
The merfolk around him immediately gathered over-their tails had not yet turned into legs, so they came hopping along. It was actually rather funny.
They stared in astonishment at the dog-paw-shaped emblem in Kroya's hand, but all tacitly remained silent.
The Merfolk Tribe's little prince said thoughtfully, "This seems to be... the mark of Lord Void God's guardian beast."
As merfolk royalty, he had been born with access to what could almost be called the Merfolk Tribe's complete inherited knowledge.
Things ordinary merfolk had to work themselves to exhaustion to learn required him only to thoroughly study his inherited knowledge.
After all, bloodlines truly were among the most unfair things in existence.