But now, those eyes exuded nobility and agility, as if Mitsui Kenta could feel two beams of light emanating from the statue's pupils.
The statue had opened its eyes.
The Goddess, had she opened her eyes?
A storm seemed to rise in Mitsui Kenta's heart; he suddenly found it somewhat unbelievable, the scene that was unfolding before his eyes.
But, that familiar feeling emanating from the statue convinced him without a doubt that this was the Goddess, the will of the Goddess had descended upon this statue.
And he was being watched by the Goddess.
In that instant, a strong sense of shame surged from deep within the man's heart.
On one hand, he had failed the task the Goddess had entrusted to him yet again.
On the other, his current state was too wretched, his body soaked in sweat, his clothes and hair caked with dust and mud... for the Goddess to see him in such a state was utter disrespect, totally unacceptable.
