"So, there's a power influencing this venue?" Kuboert frowned, attempting to find the answer to the problem in Zilvra's eyes. "Is it good or bad? How can you prove it?"
"I don't need to prove it. It exists, not because I say it does, but because it just does." Zilvra glanced at the celebration attendees around, then refocused on Kuboert. "The rest is your own task. As for whether you believe me or not, finding this strange ability is entirely up to you. However, when you can't withstand the effects of the spell, you can get as close to me as possible. My followers will protect you in the meantime."
"This isn't like you, Zilvra." The Priest shook his head, speaking softly, "You've never cared about others' situations; you're just looking for fun."
"Yes, I can indeed find enjoyment in it." Zilvra didn't take Kuboert's words to heart but responded lightly, "Keeping you alive can make Lynch happy. I have a bit of sympathy for pets that bring joy—whether you believe it or not."
