"?"
Gauss silently placed a question mark in his mind.
But he was indeed a bit curious at the moment, what was the Lake God Motera about to ask him to do?
Though it hadn't directly admitted to being a deity, even as the will arising naturally from the Blue Lake before him, its stature was clearly beyond what ordinary creatures could match.
What could a humble Level 5 Professional like him possibly do to help it?
"Please speak, great Motera."
[To the north, the Blue Lake connects to the Tarna River, whose waters flow a thousand miles, originating from a majestic snow mountain.]
[Within the eternal snow and ice, a will was born akin to my own - my sister, the spirit of the snow mountain, Aisweir. She guards the pristine mountain ranges and the river's source.]
[However, in recent years, more and more impurities and filth have begun to flow from upstream of the Tarna River.]
