Compared to the stiff and cold attitude of Silver Wing Duke, Philia's letter is exceedingly personal, her choice of words and phrases are gentle and considerate.
Yet Herbert always finds it peculiar, a feeling of discomfort that's hard to pin down, like a thorn in the throat.
It always feels like something is amiss.
But he can't quite figure out what that is.
In the end, trying to guess a person's true intentions based solely on a letter is too difficult.
Sigh—
In a daze, Herbert feels a gentle breeze pass through the room, making the candle flame on the table flicker.
Then, the Evil God, who has been silent for a long time, finally speaks slowly: ["My ally, I can sense that you are somewhat lost."]
["Are you conflicted now?"]
"A little bit, perhaps?"
Herbert furrowed his brow slightly, but eventually relaxed, saying calmly, "It's alright, just a little bit."
"...Are you curious?"
