Chapter 573: Chapter 464 Weaving the Future_3
“On this point, the All-knowing Weaver is actually too ‘overindulgent’ towards you all,” said Liss, her voice filled with contemplative emotion. “So, do you think the All-knowing Weaver is doing the right thing or the wrong thing? Conversely, consider the Blood Covenant Prohibition Law. Don’t you think the Extre Master of Blood Moon is trying to create an environnt of fair and intense competition, pushing people to go further on the path of Mages? Do you think that’s the right thing to do or not?”
Ash paused for a mont: “Of course, that’s only within the Mage evaluation system. If we’re talking about the asure of happiness among residents, then the Extre Master of Blood Moon is only fit to lick the toes of the All-knowing Weaver—”
Hanna imdiately covered Ash’s mouth and hissed, “Don’t speak ill of the Divine Lord like that.”
Ash nodded, then continued, “So it’s not that the Divine Lords deeply love the people, but that the people deeply love the Divine Lords. It’s the people who project their own emotions onto the Divine Lords, and so they feel that the Divine Lords love them deeply.”
“When you question whether the All-knowing Weaver truly loves the people, what you actually doubt is not His attitude, but whether He is right or wrong,” he laughed. “You just feel He has made a mistake, and therefore you no longer love Him, which is why you think He does not love the people.”
Hanna stared at Ash, then blurted out unexpectedly, “You really used to be a Cult Leader! Here I thought Igula was just slandering you.”
“You’re not wrong there, he was deliberately saring ,” Ash replied irritably. “How do I resemble a Cult Leader?”
“You resemble one in every way.”
“Give an example! The future Beauty Lists don’t count!”
“Here’s an example right in front of you,” Hanna said with a smile. “I’ve been successfully enchanted by you.”
She touched her earring, “I will weave the rest of my life well.”
“Then I should go back now.”
“I will see you out.”
Hanna accompanied Ash to the door, reached out to grasp the doorknob, but did not push the door open.
Ash waited for a mont, then asked in surprise, “What’s the matter? Can’t you turn it?”
“Ash, do you hate ?”
Ash was stunned.
“I suppose you do,” Purple Moth said softly with her back to him, facing the door. “If it weren’t for my capture at the entrance of the Void Realm, if it weren’t for Cleris and compelling you, you would never have been involved in the Vortex of the Weaving Festival. Perhaps you would’ve already found a footing in Azura, living a peaceful and happy life.”
“Although I’ve always said that I would treat you all equally, that was just self-satisfying arrogance. You were all bound by the Contract, and we could never be truly equal in status. Let alone the fact that I still wanted you to participate in this nearly suicidal mission—Harvey is probably already thinking about how to get back at after it’s over, right?”
“I may have my own unavoidable hardships, but what do they have to do with you? Like a Purple Moth dood to the fla, yet still dragging you with to burn.”
“Your first reaction to is, ‘Is Hanna that bad woman going to deceive again?’ I deserve it.”
“But.”
Hanna turned to look at Ash, her green pupils shimring like undulating waves.
“In a few days, the first half of my life will be over,” her voice quivered with a touch of disengagent: “We might all die.”
Only then did Ash realize she was afraid.
Or rather, aside from Harvey, who in the Funeral Ceremony wasn’t afraid? Igula never revealed his fear, plus he had been through too many life-and-death adventures; Liss depended entirely on Ash to cover her fears with trust; and Ash…
He had been spending the recent days contemplating life after the Weaving Festival, relying on hope to resist fear, using Liss to fend off fear, and Igula to block fear.
Unlike those escapees, Hanna’s previous adventures had always had Banjee as a safety net, and her work relied on the omniscient perspective of the Gospel to act unchallenged. This blasphemous gospel project was the riskiest action of her life; assassinating a Princess was a gamble she had never faced before.
But as a leader, she could not show even a trace of fear in front of others.
Only now did she drop all her disguises, revealing the softer side of a female boss.
“The question I just asked, it’s also the answer I’ve woven for myself,” Purple Moth said solemnly to the Cult Leader. “Let ask you again.”
“Would you like to weave the future together with ?”
This ti, it wasn’t a joke.
She was serious.
He couldn’t skirt around it any longer.
Ash looked at her face that could switch between anger and joy, bold yet with a tinge of shyness, and full of eager anticipation, and for a mont he was taken aback.
Honestly, he couldn’t think of a reason to refuse her. Although she was not an ultimate rich woman like Yvalin, compared to Ash who was preparing to sleep under bridges and rummage through trash cans, Hanna, who lived in a large apartnt, was rich enough to satisfy his everyday needs.
Not to ntion Ash was caring for Liss, a burden, and only Igula and Hanna were willing to take them in. In truth, Ash had only ntioned in passing to Igula that once Liss was settled, he too would find ways to make money; he couldn’t possibly expect Igula to support him indefinitely.
But Hanna’s promise was unconditional and ca with after-sales service! Having already sold his looks, Ash could contentedly rely on the ‘wealthy lady’ to cater to his needs.
So did he like Hanna? First, Hanna was listed in the ‘Beauty List of Azura,’ her beauty and figure far beyond what Ash, with his zero-star rating, could ever compare to; second, he felt very relaxed when he was with Hanna, as if they were childhood friends who grew up together, with no barriers between them.
He definitely liked her, and he was sure married life would be blissful.
Yet, yet…
Ash closed his eyes, images of many people flashed in his mind: parents, an older brother, iwa, and the redhead…
When he opened his eyes and looked earnestly at her, Purple Moth saw the softness in his gaze and imdiately understood sothing.
“I—” he began.
“Wait, I want to paint a portrait of you.”
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