In the vast forest sea, next to the magnificent temple built atop majestic mountains, a girl with flowing golden hair approached a black-haired boy with golden pupils who was lost in thought with his eyes closed.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," Muria shook his head, but his expression clearly conveyed to the girl beside him that his thoughts were numerous.
"Hey, who are you trying to fool? Is it because of your student?"
"..."
"A thousand years is all it takes for a mortal to become a deity possessing powerful divine power. Such a short time and such a huge transformation. Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? Not really. It's just somewhat sentimental. For those of us with top-tier bloodlines, a thousand years is merely the time it takes for us to come of age. Becoming a being of powerful divine force is like dreaming."
