After seeing his family and hearing the story, Arthur immediately realized how much Sylvia had done for him.
She chose to give his family their memories since if things restarted and his mother never heard the prophecy, chances are she would offer him to her family as a sacrifice.
Regardless of how she did it, Sylvia had still saved him, and that in and of itself warranted a thank you from him.
However, there was one thing that couldn't change.
Sylvia had none—zero—nothing when it came to brain cells.
Arthur massaged his temples. "Great goddess Sylvia," he said, trying to hold in his irritation. "Wouldn't it be easier to just pull out a few good skills, instead of drawing multiple ones in the name of gacha?"
Sylvia tilted her head. "But where's the fun in that?"
Arthur felt a nerve throb in his head, then sighed. 'She is helping you, so relax.'
He smiled faintly. "So what am I supposed to do?"
Sylvia nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit, my love."
