'Huwaa, that is a lot of potent curses. I'm hundred percent sure that it can even kill a Tarrasque Inchling effortlessly.'
MF could try to help her troubled vassal by condensing the overflowing ruinous substances but that would only ruin the fruit of effort in her first-try victory. Deep within her heart, she wanted Ki to be capable of harnessing her own power. Although definitely not within the first try.
The psychological pattern of a deity was different from those of normal mortals because of their unique origin, hence why MF felt troubled herself on what to do to encourage her.
"Take a deep breath, and stop trying to condense your curses because your consciousness strings will end up fueling the unstable lump of energy like how bees are attracted to pollen when they see one.
"I know that you didn't mean to fuel it to this extent. Everything will be fine~"
"R-really!?"
