The white crow straightened his back in silence, and the corners of his mouth were hooked to suppress sorrow with sarcasm. The girl who became a priest may well have inherited her powers, but had a very different story with her.

Should she hate, or should she rejoice?

She lifted her chin and looked into Sean's eyes with contempt and wariness.

"So what?" she said.

"Everyone else is ordinary people, but I don't know if this full moon will wake up anything. Sean continued calmly, "So far, they're doing well...... I don't know what you, or you, want to do, I just want you to remember this, Abigail...... They're doing well. ”

The crow understood.

This is really not a threat. Sean would never do anything to these people and would always keep it a secret, but they live in this world...... They were doing well. And what will happen to them in the future, if she cares, she can no longer be careless.

She sneered, with red marks in the corners of her eyes, clasped her arms with her hands, and was too lazy to maintain her charming demeanor before.

"What do you think I, we, wanted to do?" she asked rhetorically, "to turn this world into a paradise for whisperers, a hell for ordinary people?"

"You tried to open the gates of hell. Sean replied.

"That's just out of curiosity. The white crow sneered unceremoniously, "And, let it get out of my control, and finally gave it to the devil, but it's your nephew!"

- What's the point of hurting each other like this?!

"It doesn't matter anymore......" Ed chimed in.

"It's important. The white crow interrupted him with a sneer, "Do you think there is only one 'god' who wants to get this world?

"...... 'we,'" Ed corrected, "our enemy." What did you learn from Niya?"

"Do you think I'm going to be shocked when I suddenly throw out a name, thinking that everything is under your control?" the woman who was ignited with anger didn't have the slightest look at him, and rolled her eyes to the sky, "If you could really pull something useful out of that slippery little devil's mouth, you wouldn't still be running around like a fly without a head." ”

Ed inhales and endures.

"I know there are gods in hell. He said, "I've seen him, through other people's eyes...... I knew he needed strength to fill the shattered wall of nothingness, or do something else. I know that there are other enemies watching in this world, and our eyes are not just looking at the sky. God-given or gifted, no power we have should be used to harm ourselves...... So, can we calm down and do what we're supposed to do? You're here, so you're not going to sit idly by, so why waste your time on more suspicion and accusation?"

He said so much, but only the second sentence seemed to make the crow a little interested.

"You've seen him. She stared at him without doubt: "What does God look like?"

The corners of Ed's mouth twitched: "...... Does what he looks like have anything to do with what he wants to do?"

"But I want to know. The soon-to-be-hundred-year-old female mage is willful to the point of being a scoundrel, "Curiosity is a virtue!"

Ed could only describe it to her.

He had thought that the gods had no bodies. But when he saw the blurred lights and shadows in Xingxi's memories, he realized that in the hell he had seen in Ankeland, the huge, strange, half-rotten form trapped in the barren land, Trance was one of them.

Many chaotic and hidden clues, tiny and fragmentary details, hovered in his mind one sleepless night after another, full of anxiety and trepidation. He struggles to piece together the possible truth, and finds the inevitable from the many possibilities. It was true that he was always worried that he had made a wrong judgment, but he never stopped thinking about it, waiting for someone to deliver the results to him.

He described the smoke and fire, the wind and the sand, the burning sky and the flames, the strangeness and beauty of its endless changes, the seemingly nonexistent walls at the end of the world, the immortal bodies that supported the earth, and the unexpected warmth in those black eyes...... What he sees may not be true, but when he can't be sure, he at least describes what he sees.

The white crow's eyes sparkled, and her yearning for hell was never fake.

"I wish I could have seen it too. She sighed.

"But you don't want our world to be like that. "Many people ...... Most people don't have the means to survive in that kind of world. ”

The white crow lowered his eyes and was silent.

Ed couldn't dispel the uneasiness in his heart—he wasn't sure what the crow would decide. Her love is real, but her hatred is also real, perhaps even stronger than love. Is her stubbornness and madness something that her offspring can soften and dispel when she has never met? Does she really care about those so-called "companions"? She has been hidden in the middle of nowhere, being the "lady" who controls everything in her own hands, if given the chance......

"I had hoped for a lot. "I've had many, many little hopes...... Then there was only one hope left for me, one that could not be realized, and then I didn't want anything. I live only because I don't want to die, but it's just 'alive' and so boring—you suspect that I'm not interested in protecting the world, you guess right, but I'm not interested in destroying it or controlling it either. ”

She tilted her head and smiled at Ed, "You were honest with me, so I was honest with you too." Sachses asked me to come to you, let me come to seek 'cooperation', because this is his last chance. He had stayed in this world for too long, and even when the full moon rose, he would only be able to catch his breath. But he truly loved the whisperer he protected...... At least half of it is sincere. They have nowhere to go, no place to belong, just like him, and he can't leave them behind in any way. I think you can trust him, Ed, just like you, he has an indecisive and protective soul like an old hen. ”

“...... But," Ed whispered, "wasn't his only soul. ”

"Indeed," the rook scoffed, "you have to be careful with this...... But you have to thank that too. For thousands of years, he would only carefully protect his chicks by his side, drawing a circle, and if the half of the soul belonging to the dragon did not break free, until the world was destroyed, he would only shrink to White Rock Island, instead of desperately like now. Of course, if you expect to know from me whether he really has only a merciful heart, then I can't answer, I can only tell you what I heard, saw, and guessed—just like you. ”