Finally down the stairs, Chester leaked her sighs with white exhalation into the blue and white world that spread in front of her.
"... not as cold as I thought it would be for permanent frozen soil..."
While Shester stepped out into the permafrost, he leaked questions to no one.
Then Menontius answered quietly and in a heavy tone, as he continued later.
"It's not that I can't melt it because it's too cold."
"Oh, I see. Is that what you mean? If it's just extremely cold, bring the fire closer and one day it will melt. But you're saying this isn't something like that..."
said Shester as he walked carefully over the permafrost.
Then Menontius joked a little and said:
"That's right. This is God's business."
Menontius' words were mixed with something somewhat thorny.
That's why Shester decided to poke it there.
"There seems to be a lot of things I think about God, don't you?
Then Menontius said, with a subtle face as if it were quiet but holding one thing in his belly.
"Not really. Because there's not that much deep interaction. What, it's just like a rotten edge"
Then the atheist Chester couldn't hide his surprise in this statement either.
"... what is the corrupt fringe against God... a lot of that... oh well, should the devil..."
"That's the thing. Is there any reason why the devil should be a god?
"Right. I tend to forget from that look, but you were the devil, weren't you?