Hearing this, Uncle Chun, who had been quietly listening beside her, suddenly looked at her, and then the Mythical Rank pressure gradually spread, causing Tangze Asuka to shiver all over, and she couldn’t help but glance at him.
Everyone around naturally understood why, but Tangze Asuka was too young, and her way of thinking was relatively simple, making her prone to mistakes.
The problem lay in the fact that Margaret could accept the reward and leave this world, but what about Chun?
He was originally from this world, and for Margaret or other reasons, helped her steal the Weaver of Destiny. If Margaret left, then the pressure of the Elf and the World Tree would fall entirely on him, and judging from his expression, he seed unable to manipulate the Weaver like Margaret.
"Ah, thank you for your kindness, Asuka. But at the mont I have no desire to leave here; I have no attachnts to my holand, and there are people here who need . If I leave, everyone that Chun brought over, and the other living creatures on the Dragon Continent seeking refuge in the Ideal Country, will all face catastrophe. I can’t do that."
Tangze Asuka suddenly seed to realize sothing and turned to look at Fisher, thinking she might have caused trouble again. But Fisher didn’t bla her awkwardly, because he was just about to say the sa things Asuka did.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t read the atmosphere, rather, ever since arriving in the Ideal Country, he had a faint premonition.
Since Margaret could accurately predict their arrival, she probably knew about the reward they proposed. Given that, she still let Chun listen from the side, which implies she never intended to accept their reward.
Conversely, since this was the case, she was still willing to et them, especially since she had just revealed the current situation, which ans Margaret wanted so other kind of reward, sothing they could provide, so raising that abandonnt wasn’t a big deal.
So, although Tangze Asuka was still on the first level, in reality, her approach was consistent with that of the fifth level—she just got it right through a misunderstanding.
"So, Lady Margaret, besides this kind of reward, what else do you want? We will try our best to satisfy you, just to exchange for the World Tree Tear."
Margaret first glanced at the cowering Asuka beside her and seed to say comfortingly,
"No need to be nervous. As you ntioned before, the World Tree Tear is just a bonus for . It’s fine even if I give it to you. But because I haven’t completely mastered the Weaver, it’s currently entangled by my interference with the rules of death, unable to move an inch, and naturally unable to retrieve the World Tree Tear linked to it...
"In fact, items of the True God cannot just be used by anyone; even the World Tree’s offspring, Chun, can’t control it. The reason I can use it is that I am the Transferee carrying a strong aura of Chaos, which is why I was imprisoned with the Handle for blood extraction. But relying on my strength alone, I still can’t completely control it. Thus, the reward I truly want is Asuka..."
Upon hearing her na, Tangze Asuka suddenly lifted her head, eting Margaret’s gentle gaze, then incredulously pointed at herself, asking,
"Huh? ?"
"That’s right, but don’t be so nervous, I just want you to help control the Weaver together during this period. With your help, I am confident I can fully gain control over the Destiny Loom within half a month. This way, even if the World Tree and the elves want to hold accountable, I can rely on death and the Weaver, not entirely without resistance. At the sa ti, once the task is completed, you can take the World Tree Tear and leave here, and our paths won’t cross again. How does that sound to you?"
Everyone around turned to look at her, and Fisher also remained silent, leaving the decision in her hands, which made her extrely uneasy.
She swallowed a bit of saliva, waited a long while, and then quietly said,
"Of...of course, if I can help you, but I really don’t know what to do."
"It’s fine, Asuka, I’ll teach you."
Margaret handed her a macaron, speaking to her gently.
And Tangze Asuka pursed her lips, glanced at Margaret beside her, then nodded firmly, reaching out to take the macaron she offered.
She didn’t eat the macaron; she just held it. But even so, the sweet and rich aroma seed to take root and sprout in her hand, spreading all the way down.
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