"You casually brought this fledgling into your world, let it witness the most beautiful heaven in existence, and then, just as it was addicted to it, you just as casually want to drive it out of heaven and tell it to go pursue freedom. That is your third layer of Pride."
Dorothy: "...."
The homebody witch fell completely silent. She realized she probably, maybe, actually was indeed proud.
Or rather, transmigrators like her were born carrying the original sin of Pride. She clearly shouted every day that she didn't want to be a savior, just wanted to live freely, but when something really happened, she would always unconsciously step forward and do it. That really was a streak of Pride that assumed herself a savior.
It's just, did I do something wrong?
Are you telling me to just watch that fledgling fall to the ground and pretend not to see, not care at all, and leave it there to live or die on its own?
