She was separated from her parents when she was young and was raised by deer.

Later he was discovered by a missionary and brought back to a human town.

In human society, she always finds it difficult to adapt.

When she came of age, she chose to return to the herd.

In the joking chat in the tavern, people called her "the girl of the deer"...

As a missionary, her adoptive father always told her about the glory of the gods.

Their mercy and grace are always so sacred and moving.

The girl is always confused and overwhelmed by this.

The deer taught her how to survive and gave her her wild nature.

From then on, it was no longer possible for her to serve God devoutly...

A piece of white ember fell on her palm along with the turbulent airflow.

Looking at the embers that seemed to still have the temperature of the violent flames they had suffered before, the girl slowly raised her head.

The tall tree man found a place for them and her in the fire and rain.

The girl closed her eyes slightly and sat quietly under the tree, her adoptive father's teachings flashing before her eyes one by one.

If the gods are not solemn portraits in those exquisite paintings, nor are they tall and prostrate gods in the temples.

When He walked the world and gave supreme mercy to the world and all things.
Chapter completed!