Tangze Asuka saw Fisher getting ready to leave and instinctively stood up, but because she had just linked with the Destiny Loom, she wasn’t feeling very well.
"Are you okay, Asuka?"
"I’m fine, Lady Margaret. What’s Mr. Fisher going to do?"
"I don’t know either."
Margaret shook her head but quickly looked at Tangze Asuka, saying,
"Asuka, how long have you been in this world?"
"How long... Well, almost a month now."
"So short, it seems that the local person nad Fisher has helped you quite a bit. No wonder you refer to him so intimately as your teacher."
"Intimately?!"
Tangze Asuka’s face imdiately turned red upon hearing this. She wanted to argue that the one who was intimate should be Helair, but then she realized that Helair’s appearance was still male, and...
Hmm?
Tangze Asuka was slightly stunned as if she suddenly realized sothing,
"Local... local person? No, Mr. Fisher is also a transferee, just from a place different from ours."
Margaret looked at her, opened her mouth, and then smiled, saying,
"Asuka, do you know that the Weaver of Destiny can see through the fates of this world, and that’s why it’s called omniscient? But when it cos to the fates of us transferred people, it can’t see anything. In this world, transferred people only have a ’past,’ no ’present’ or ’future.’ So in the eyes of fate, we are all transparent and unobservable. You are like this, I am like this, and that transferee nad Mikhail is also like this...
"But the one nad Fisher is not like that. When I observed the Tree Continent, I could see his fate, like roots with complex lines and knots. He is definitely a native living creature here, but I don’t know why he hasn’t told you this."
Tangze Asuka was slightly stunned too, but she soon waved her hand, replying,
"Mr. Fisher must have his reasons. It doesn’t matter, even now that I know, it doesn’t change anything, right? Besides, Mr. Fisher has helped a lot during this ti. The people here are very strong, thousands of tis stronger than even Superman. If it weren’t for Mr. Fisher, I might have ended my life on the first day, so..."
Margaret smiled at Tangze Asuka, making her feel a bit embarrassed, glanced at Margaret, asked in a quieter voice,
"Wh... what’s wrong, Lady Margaret?"
"Ah, nothing, just..." Margaret seed to co back to her senses; she touched her cheek, her eyes looked a bit lonely and yet seed to emit a warm glow as she said,
"Just for so reason, hearing about your experiences always makes feel like I’m listening to news about my daughter. If she were still alive, she would be around your age, might be attending school, or might have liked a gentleman like you did, giving both headaches and joy."
"Liked?! I... no, just..."
"Haha, are you wondering why I can see through it? Don’t you suspect in your mind that I might have used the Weaver of Destiny? Didn’t I say that the Loom can’t see us transferred people? You just showed it too clearly... Would you like so dessert? I have so here."
Margaret laughed, then gracefully walked to the table at the far side and took out so flower-honey-made dessert that resembled a cake, seemingly made during her leisure ti.
Tangze Asuka pouted, then rubbed her red-hot cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed yet suddenly ward all over, her heart beating slightly faster as if it were a side effect of the dizziness earlier...
"Here, this is honey cake, but made from materials from the Otherworld. I’ve tried one myself, and it tastes alright; give it a try."
"Okay, thank you, chomp."
Tangze Asuka laughed too.
...
...
Over on Fisher’s side, there was no delicious honey cake, nor did he know what the pair of transferees with a certain age gap were discussing. In front of him was the question about the whereabouts of the Elf Slot.
At this mont in the streets of the Ideal Country, which aren’t well-organized, the faint fragrance seemingly engraved in Fisher’s DNA once again emanated. Following that enticing fragrance, Fisher soon arrived in the residential area of the Ideal Country.
The wooden buildings constructed by Uncle Chun’s power surrounded him. The idle humans, lounging in or around the hos, turned their gazes toward him. Fisher’s occasional eye contact revealed that these ragged humans looked very different from the humans of his era.
Strictly speaking, Fisher thought they looked more like the native humans on the South Continent, but details differed. After all, they would need nearly ten thousand years of evolution to beco what Fisher saw.
Honestly, Fisher was still unclear about the specific period he was in because there was too little evidence from ancient tis, and he wasn’t specializing in history, so he couldn’t arrive at a definitive answer.
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