[If I were to say I'm the Mother, my intellect would seem too young. I could never compare to those true goddesses, the Mother Goddesses. I still consider myself a young girl god who loves reading books.]
[However, in some inexplicable ways, I feel I'm much more mature than everyone else...]
[Our greatness, our nobility, I wouldn't boast about it with loud laughter. Although I am delighted by my own actions... I wouldn't self-praise like that~]
[But this is precisely their charm, the charm of us gods.]
"..."
Yila could clearly feel a strange sensation... He could feel the weight of history, the epic quality of the divine era.
However, he could almost see a literary girl with long black hair gently using her finger to outline words on the wall, creating a picture akin to a "girl's diary"...
The gods... were more ordinary than Yila imagined.
They seemed to have their own joys, sorrows, and cares, yet they still accomplished deeds worthy of greatness... also because of this.
