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Julius listened carefully to Shane's story and, before answering, took some time to reflect on what he had heard.
— I understand why being in your homeland might have been uncomfortable for you, as misunderstanding from those around you can greatly depress the human spirit, especially if it comes from those you know well. Therefore, you made the right decision when you set out on a journey to see the world. However... Shane, your perception of Artheria is incorrect. The goddess is not all-powerful and does not decide who lives and who dies. All she can do is point us in the right direction, and whether our future will be bright or not depends only on our efforts. Our faith is here, — Julius placed his hand on his heart, — if you are strong in spirit, do not let the fanaticism of others influence you.
The conversation between the two Nakiriites was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Chrysanthia and Mirastir.

After listening to Julius's words, Shane realized that his interlocutor had formed a somewhat incorrect idea of his worldview. However, if anyone was to blame for this, it was only himself.
The young man was about to interrupt the spirit when he began to speak about the perception of the warrior, as if Artheria was all-powerful and selfish, as his father had once mistakenly instilled in him. However, he was distracted by a sudden image in his imagination: a powerful and capricious woman riding Mirastir. This fantasy was fleeting, but it left a special impression on the heart of the Nakiriite, who, apparently, missed his battle companion.
— Oh... of course, you are right, — Shane said, regaining his composure and remembering what they were talking about. — Artheria is not a capricious, all-powerful goddess who decides who lives according to the whim of her left foot. I had that impression in my childhood, but not now. It's just that... perhaps my father chose the wrong words at the time when he tried to explain why our mother left us so early, and the others were too stubborn when I, in a fit of anger, declared that I would no longer worship Artheria for such an act...
— Nevertheless, I cannot deny that the goddess has a positive influence on some of her followers. For example, my grandmother not only let Artheria into her heart but also turned out to be a wonderful woman. And my friend, who is a fan of the goddess and the fair-haired beauty Mirastir, with whom we became friends in Clematis, is also a great guy. So, the current me understands and respects the love that others have for Artheria. It's just that my heart was locked away from her at one time. And now... now I admit that she is a goddess who gives inner warmth and peace to her followers. I just didn't become one of them, especially looking at all the dirt that happens every day in big cities.