30 A Godly return (2/2)
Disoriented by having just woke up, Gray rubs his eyes annoyingly to clear his blurry vision.
As the Elf recovers his sights, he was definitely in for a world of surprise at finding himself in a familiar garden once more, owned by a certain Nature Goddess he met during his time at the Chantry in Oakwood.
”What in Sylvia's freaking name?” Gray tilted his head in confusion at why he is here in this place once more. ”Am I dreaming?”
”In a manner of speaking.”
Gray was slightly taken aback at hearing the familiar voice coming from behind.
Turning around, indeed it was no other than the Goddess of Nature and Wind, Wynather smiling with intrigue at the Elf.
Basking on her holy presence, Gray instantly unequips his , remembering her clear disdain of the outfit that's influenced by the Evil God Fenrir. With his actions, the was revealed in its majestic glory, much to Wynather's approval.
”I see that you have adhered to my blessed teachings during our first meeting.” Wynather smiled with complete approval at the Elf, most especially at seeing him wearing her Divine Artifact. ”Well done.”
Gray could only chuckle sheepishly in response to the compliment given to him.
”So, why am I here again?” Gray asks with genuine curiosity at why he was summoned in this place.
”Your noteworthy actions in the mortal plane have not gone unnoticed in my own two eyes,” Wynather spoke with a dignified tone. ”Although you have utilized deception and trickery in fulfilling your goals, I suppose such undesirable methods to an extent can be forgiven as long as you don't lose your way in the pursuit of goodness. You have my thanks for saving Oakwood yet again.”
”I only did what I feel is naturally right,” Gray answered with unyielding conviction. ”I only worry that by letting those Bandits go, they might just spread conflict and transgression to wherever their path greets them.”
The Goddess merely smiles at his statement.
”Every action that we partake has its own repercussions,” Wynather stated with wisdom in her every word. ”We are granted the freedom of choosing our own actions, but we can never be set loose by the binding shackles of the consequences that accompany them. With my subtle guidance, the cycle of cruelty and violence shall near its very end as nature's fury would eventually come for the ones who dare defile my splendid creations.”
Gray was a little bit confused by her speech.
”So, what you're saying is that the Bandits will eventually get what they deserve?” The Elf questions her in clarification.
”Of course,” Wynather assures him with absolute confidence as fit to her Godly status. ”Perhaps even sooner than you might expect.”
”I see,” Gray replied as he definitely felt relieved upon knowing that those Bandit bastards will suffer for what they are about to do. ”Thank you, Lady Wynather.”
”It's my pleasure, Champion.” The Goddess addressed him happily with his bestowed title. ”Now that's everything said and done, I suppose that concludes my business with you. Do continue to impress, my child.”
Gray simply gave a nod as Wynather bids her farewell.
With a snap of the Goddess' finger, the Elf was sent away as he disappeared from her realm, returning him to the mortal plane.
”Fufufu.” Wynather chuckles as she rubs her chin in total excitement by her Champion.
”Choosing him is definitely the right choice. I wonder what more exciting things will he show to me and my fellow Divines.”
The Goddess of Nature and Wind could only hold nothing but high expectations for someone interesting like him.