บท 45: The philosophy of a tamer, or something like that

Haa…it felt never-ending.

When I solve one headache, another came as if it had been waiting in the queue. I just finished sorting out the problem of my heart, and now had to walk on another eggshell.

I wanted to ask about it badly: what was wrong with my soul?

My main question was about whether or not they could differentiate a soul from this world and another world. I kept on thinking about it even as I followed the gardener, which felt more like a ranger, to the forest.

Hmm...but that slip-up about my soul came regarding my question about whether or not I looked fragile. So it was highly likely that the problem with my soul was that it looked...fragile, right? Weak, perhaps?

Or...was it looking as ugly as I thought it would be?

I felt like I had become a horrible person these days after all.

"Hnng..." it was hard.

"Young Master, you'll get lost if you're distracted," the cheerful gardener, Doun, clapped his hands to woke me up from my agonized thinking.