Lathel wanted to return to his body to help the tribesmen; however, he suddenly changed his mind.
'I can't take care of and protect them forever. This is just the first bit of difficulty; hopefully they can survive and solve this problem themselves.'
'Or at least, they need to hold out until I get back; otherwise... I have no way of helping them if they only rely on me.'
'The road they need to take in the future will be very long; for them to be independent, this is the best way.'
In fact, Lathel really wanted to help these people; however, he knows one principle: instead of giving them fish, he had to give them fishing rods so they could fish for themselves.
Only then can they appreciate what they have and solve all their difficulties.
Lathel sighed, then flew away, not wanting to pay attention anymore.
Doro now walked to the statue of Lathel, kneeling on the ground: "God, what should I do?"
