Throughout this journey, Shiayar had always protected and nurtured me well, which is why, even though I have now ascended to the Mythical Rank, my nature remains relatively pure and unaffected. Naturally, I couldn't grasp the implications behind Shiayar's rambling words. In the end, it all boiled down to having to do chores, right? Serving as a tool isn't new to me; I have long grown accustomed to it.
On the other hand, Enola remained silent, merely passing the bucket full of water to Shiayar quietly.
Compared to Shiayar's worries about losing his humanity in the future, she had never wavered for a single moment.
For her, as long as she could remain by Shiayar's side—
Whether it was sitting beside him atop the lonely Divine Throne, slowly losing touch with humanity,
Or falling into the Abyss along with him, corrupting into an Evil God, Enola truly didn't care.
She would follow him, from life until death.
Beyond that, Enola didn't care, nor did she wish to.
"Done."
