Meanwhile, Miquella was wandering somewhere in the Lands Between.
He called it wandering, but he was actually "looking for inspiration."
Ever since Horace had discovered those "practice drafts" last time, Miquella had appeared much more restrained: at least he no longer wrote those things in public.
But in private?
He still wrote whatever he wanted.
Trina, who had taken the blame for him, was deeply unhappy about this. "Can't you write something proper?"
She advised him for the umpteenth time, "Prayers, for instance, hymns, or reflections on the Law..."
Miquella shook his head with a smile. "My other half, you don't understand the pleasure of it."
He raised his hand and pointed at a bird pecking at food in the distance.
"Look at that bird."
"It's eating. What about it?"
"No."
Miquella's gaze grew profound. "It's observing its mate. Look at its movements, so gentle, so careful. It's expressing love in its own way."
Trina was speechless. How on earth did you read all those movements into it?
"...That's a male bird. It's just eating bugs."
"Bugs can express love too."
Trina: "..."
Good grief, love between eater and eaten? Falling in love with your natural predator ends with getting eaten.
Because I love you, I have to eat you? Because I love you, I get eaten?
Trina was utterly baffled. Was... was this right?
Marika, watching in secret: What kind of twisted, abusive romance is this? Hiss~ It actually seems pretty compelling.
Marika's approval of Miquella increased.
Miquella ignored a certain goddess and kept walking.
Suddenly, he stopped-not because a certain goddess's disguise had been exposed. The veil still worked very well.
It was simply because Miquella had spotted Radahn.
Just like when Ah Zhen met Ah Qiang on a bright, sunny morning. A figure stood on the grass,