Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 878: Chapter 512: The Sacred Name_3

He no longer dwelled on the past but continued to stroll around with Little Flower aimlessly.

Not long into their wandering, he suddenly felt bored and listless, so he returned to the inn.

As he passed by Little White’s door, Logan surreptitiously listened for any sounds from inside.

There was no noise, yet Logan had an intuition—Little White was still in the room.

The sense of unease grew stronger, and after pondering for a moment, he knocked on Little White’s door once again.

Today, repeatedly rejected, he noticed her abnormal behavior.

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Could it be that Little White had learned the cause of her mother’s death and thus was rejecting him?

Otherwise, she wouldn’t act like this…

Logan hesitated, but still decided to try and talk things over with Little White.

“Little White, can we talk?”

Logan waited patiently outside the door, resolved to keep knocking if Little White continued to ignore him.

Finally, perhaps frustrated by the incessant knocking or wishing to drive Logan away, Little White came to open the door with a fierce expression.

“What do you want now? It’s late, can’t you let people sleep?”

Little White was very guarded, her face showing a distinct distaste for Logan.

“If you have nothing to say, then get out. I don’t like you coming to my room!”

During the conversation, Logan noticed her eyes turning red and the uncontrollable surge of Spiritual Energy around her, causing him some concern.

“Little White, are you alright?”

Logan’s worry was genuine; he had come here specifically to have an honest conversation with Little White to resolve any misunderstandings between them. If there were any rifts between them, he hoped to clear them up promptly to prevent the misunderstandings from deepening.

However, Little White seemed unwilling to grant him that opportunity. Her blood-red eyes briefly closed, then reopened, returning to their deep blue hue as if she had deeply hidden all her emotions away.

“I told you, I’m fine,” Little White said, her voice carrying an indescribable weariness as if even speaking was nearly too much to bear, “I just don’t want to talk to you. I’m really tired today and just want to rest.”

Facing her attitude, Logan found himself at a loss for a moment. He tried to sense her mood from her tone but only felt a profound helplessness. He understood that unraveling their misunderstanding might require more time and effort.

He could feel something was very wrong with Little White’s emotions; communication at such times could be the best solution, but was it right to force someone to do something they didn’t want to?

Was that what he really wanted to do?

Little White silently looked up at Logan, her gaze as calm and deep as the ocean.

After focusing for a moment and sensing that Little White was not out of control, Logan finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Since you’re tired, you should rest. Tomorrow, we can walk around the town, and when my Master arrives, we can decide on our next steps.”

After speaking, Logan turned to look at Little White again, but she didn’t look back at him and silently shut the door.

Each night as darkness fell and Logan lay on his bed, a nameless restlessness and unease surged in his heart. He tried to find the source of his unease, groping like one does in a fog, never quite grasping it. This feeling hung over him like a heavy stone, making it hard for him to fall asleep.

The next morning, as dawn just began to break, Logan woke up early. After washing up and dressing, he went to Little White’s door with a nervous heart. He knocked softly, but there was silence from within, no response. Logan called out a couple more times, but still, there was no answer. Feeling somewhat dejected, he could only guess; perhaps Little White was still asleep, or she didn’t want to meet with him.

So, Logan turned and walked downstairs to ask the innkeeper to prepare some exquisite breakfast. As he waited, he kept glancing up at Little White’s door, hoping she would suddenly appear. But as the breakfast was laid out, Little White had still not shown herself.

Logan’s worry intensified; he knew he couldn’t keep waiting like this. He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and gently pushed open Little White’s door. The room was quiet, with the faint morning light filtering through the window. Logan looked around, but Little White was nowhere to be seen. His heart tightened, wondering where she could have gone.

“Little White, stop sleeping, even if you hate me, you still need to eat.”

After speaking, Logan looked up at the bed, but it showed no signs of having been slept in.