In the silent hall, only the sound of chewing echoed. For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.
After a while, seeing that Bell still had no intention of responding to the old orc, Hermione could only force herself to take over the conversation rather than let the awkwardness continue.
"That's right, just as you think."
Though Hermione had no idea what exactly was going through the other man's mind.
"Then what we just saw... was the land beneath our feet?"
In truth, the moment Nairuila had first seen that enormous, brilliantly colored sphere, he had inexplicably thought of the land where they lived. Especially when he saw that vast grassland, it was as though a voice deep inside him was telling him that it was the homeland where the orcs had lived for generations.
"Mm, that's right. Exactly."
Though Hermione had no idea what the other party had just seen.
"Oh heavens, was that actually real?"
"I think it must have been real. I don't know why, but the moment I saw it, I felt that it was all real."
"But if the world we live in really is a sphere, wouldn't the people on the bottom have to keep themselves firmly attached to the ground every day so they wouldn't fall off? Or should I say, attached to the ceiling?"
"Those people must have very difficult lives."
The moment Hermione gave her confirmation, the orcs in the hall erupted into an uproar.
As the saying went, hearing was deceptive, seeing was believing. They had witnessed that scene with their own eyes and had nearly been slapped in the face by reality itself. At this point, they had no choice but to believe Hermione's "wild fantasy."
More importantly, for some reason, they simply wanted to believe it.
"..."
Listening